07-25-2021, 09:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-25-2021, 09:36 PM by Angus McLeod.)
There was definitely something odd about this one, Angus thought. Though she had spilled tears before, she now spoke about the matter practically - no - almost theoretically. Abstract. Angus couldn't quite pin her down and he decided he didn't like it. "I'm sorry he turned out the way he did," he said, but he had already half-disconnected. He loved playing his games. But only if he was winning.