Cuz they’re boys. For some reason I particularly worry about how I’m seen by boys. I don’t care as long as they don’t think I’m being weird. Insane is fine, weird is not.
See above.
…I definitely do not do that. I’m particularly skittish around boys, which is sad because they make good friends.
Depends on how much they talk, what they say, how big or small the group is, and whether I know them.
Sure. I mean, what fun is it if they don’t come looking for it? If it’s just kinda like ‘I’m waiting for you to notice that you don’t have your soul’?
Also, it was a good opportunity.
You are not the only ones whose stories cross into this world. It matters not now. Trust them to straighten it out. Your job now is to continue your own story.
”That doesn’t make sense,” Haly protested. “I’m not quitting on this.”
Then I will make you.
I feel like this would be an innovation to last for centuries. If the rocket fuel was petroleum in a special form, then it would last for a long time. Take away he right wing, and it would go around in circles. The chimpanzees would love it, and it would solve chronic stupidity!
All of them!
And yet… none
The red and purple one with mottled black fingers.
“It wasn’t you. It was her. What she was doing made sense. She just… took it too far.”
And I told you to give it to her, Rylla conveyed, not visible. Don’t you remember?