Friday, June 26, 2009

I woke up in the Salty Sailor tavern with a hardened resolve.

I will fight through this. If it means I will feel no human warmth against my skin for the rest of my life, so be it. She needs me, and I'll be brave.
Written by Driva at 2:36 PM

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