She's already running-and with barely more than a grunt she's doing a good job of it too. The dishes no longer matter-in her hands is just the edge of her dress, held just enough to keep from tripping as she bolts. No words to be spoken-only footsteps along the ground, as she charges off and ignores what-
no subject
She's already running-and with barely more than a grunt she's doing a good job of it too. The dishes no longer matter-in her hands is just the edge of her dress, held just enough to keep from tripping as she bolts. No words to be spoken-only footsteps along the ground, as she charges off and ignores what-
And who-
She may pass.