Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#91
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"Well, since you're offering. The place is kind of a mess, huh? I'm sure your robot would love to help." Not paying him too much mind, Tsae unzips her boots one at a time and kicks them. Her feet are still sore from earlier. She sets about massaging her poor ankles through her butterfly-dotted socks.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 09-20-2016, 05:23 PM
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