Can you fly, Bobby?
His voice was so fucking calm. Just a layer of false sympathy. It had to be false.
His voice was so fucking calm. Just a layer of false sympathy. It had to be false.
His voice was so fucking calm. Just a layer of false sympathy. It had to be false.
I can’t help it if I’m a glutton for a bit of tradition.
So peaceful at this point. Always her favourite time. Just after. When she seemed intact, in focus and happy.