(atta girl. she's comin' on down. lord, what a will this woman has. she's made outta the stuff what lives in the center mass of a star. )
Yeah, go on.
( he thinks he can guess what it might be, but oddly there ain't no how-to-do about it. no fear, no dread, no grim determination. it's like his emotions surrounding the topic have been cauterized. )
no subject
Yeah, go on.
( he thinks he can guess what it might be, but oddly there ain't no how-to-do about it. no fear, no dread, no grim determination. it's like his emotions surrounding the topic have been cauterized. )