He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
Oh, she grows hair. It comes in orange so we're legally obliged to shave it till she can hold still enough to be dyed. Had to do the same thing when I was a baby, mine was white till it pinked up.
Somebody'll have an Internet friend or act shifty and have it beaten out of them or tell their purple girlfriend or get high and blog it.
I'm still trying to get discharged from the army. They haven't cut me yet. It'll be easier to do secret things at home.