The door closes behind him, and although the lights donât go out, this is presented like the end of the show. Then, creaking, the door opens, and the Adult sneaks out. They look around, stealthily, then lunge to the floor, messily gobbling up the Reeseâs like they havenât eaten in weeks Blackout, and curtain.
Surreal Phones Ruby Ross
Holy Maiden Henry Hamilton Oh simmering darl, cannot you breathe? How the dirt would open for you I plead. That English fire forced down your seethe. Woe upon their devilish englesâ greed. Today you fly and float âround my head, dear. Your rest you take, peaceful in my sole soul. I jump and flail to try to catch here. Still, you drift beyond a loverâs role. Maiden mine! Donât go so far. Please stay. A while yet we could have together. My reach only fades with love away. Holy, I want you more than were ever. Alone now. I could not touch a goddess, The ephemeral beautiful priestess.
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