Raven's Watch palid face of the unchildlike child

she glances with wearied eyes to her loving sister at the under-the-cover murmurings of her name. realizing the molasses speed of her step, she prances up to nose her sister's shoulder hopefully to console her will to walk on at least. malguk is very uch like a blemished cantolope, brownish now from all the loam sweat-stuck to her knees and pits and not to mention her newfound misandry thanks to unfortunate trading of the heart.

she doesn't like to think of his promises to dine on unsuspecting seahawks in the moonlight and teach her to remove the shell of a crab, or the wonders of his kisses — no, he was a restless ghost now, drifting the shore perhaps looking for a another woman's heart to steal from her chest, to make her walk on butterfly carpets;

she was freudian and heart-eyed once maybe, but the sisters needn't a man or children to be happy anymore right? then again, they had not relinquished their roots and customs in their entire. her stomach frowls and grumbles for the third time today.

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