Fever is scribbling even faster. "Is there anything else you would like me to know about? It's a big book, and some of the creatures in here basically got whole autobiographies. The amount of Nelfeshnee monologues I've had to cut out is tremendous."
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
"Ehh... The law."
"The law?" She said and suddenly both her hands are now covered in Glowing-Golden Gauntlets that grab them "are you a criminal"
The viashino scrambles backward. "Objectively... I-I can explain!"
Penny narrows at her eyes and watches them "explain then"
Fever is scribbling even faster. "Is there anything else you would like me to know about? It's a big book, and some of the creatures in here basically got whole autobiographies. The amount of Nelfeshnee monologues I've had to cut out is tremendous."
"you saw all I should show you" she said "now please tell me about this 'brotherhood' you are apart"
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
"Ehh... The law."
"The law?" She said and suddenly both her hands are now covered in Glowing-Golden Gauntlets that grab them "are you a criminal"
The viashino scrambles backward. "Objectively... I-I can explain!"
Penny narrows at her eyes and watches them "explain then"
"Okay okay uh... The Brokers right? They're corrupt, okay? I stole something from them."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
"Ehh... The law."
"The law?" She said and suddenly both her hands are now covered in Glowing-Golden Gauntlets that grab them "are you a criminal"
The viashino scrambles backward. "Objectively... I-I can explain!"
Penny narrows at her eyes and watches them "explain then"
"Okay okay uh... The Brokers right? They're corrupt, okay? I stole something from them."
Fever is scribbling even faster. "Is there anything else you would like me to know about? It's a big book, and some of the creatures in here basically got whole autobiographies. The amount of Nelfeshnee monologues I've had to cut out is tremendous."
"you saw all I should show you" she said "now please tell me about this 'brotherhood' you are apart"
"You mean the Apostles? I, uh, don't know how to tell you this, but there's just too much to say. I've personally written several books on the subject. The gist is that our job as a whole is to serve our master and spread fear. It's not malicious, it's just that our master feeds off of fear, and it needs its strength to battle the Night Serpent and save the world from its ultimate destruction."
Fever is scribbling even faster. "Is there anything else you would like me to know about? It's a big book, and some of the creatures in here basically got whole autobiographies. The amount of Nelfeshnee monologues I've had to cut out is tremendous."
"you saw all I should show you" she said "now please tell me about this 'brotherhood' you are apart"
"You mean the Apostles? I, uh, don't know how to tell you this, but there's just too much to say. I've personally written several books on the subject. The gist is that our job as a whole is to serve our master and spread fear. It's not malicious, it's just that our master feeds off of fear, and it needs its strength to battle the Night Serpent and save the world from its ultimate destruction."
Yuri suddenly stands up, her eyes flaring with cold light. "Those who spread fear are like weeds, they must be pulled and disposed of" she said.
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
"Ehh... The law."
"The law?" She said and suddenly both her hands are now covered in Glowing-Golden Gauntlets that grab them "are you a criminal"
The viashino scrambles backward. "Objectively... I-I can explain!"
Penny narrows at her eyes and watches them "explain then"
"Okay okay uh... The Brokers right? They're corrupt, okay? I stole something from them."
*Insight: Dice rolls not yet available for this section. *
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
"Ehh... The law."
"The law?" She said and suddenly both her hands are now covered in Glowing-Golden Gauntlets that grab them "are you a criminal"
The viashino scrambles backward. "Objectively... I-I can explain!"
Penny narrows at her eyes and watches them "explain then"
"Okay okay uh... The Brokers right? They're corrupt, okay? I stole something from them."
*Insight: Dice rolls not yet available for this section. *
*?*
*are the dice seriously going to be acting up for me today?*
A red scaled viashino, obviously scared out of his wits, is sprinting towards the tavern from a hill. He's carrying a suitcase, tucked under his shoulder, and he is running as fast as his stumpy legs and thick overalls can carry him. His left hand holds a newsboy cap firmly onto his head and his baggy white shirt is stained with machine grease.
Penny looks over "what in the worlds?" She questioned and sat up.
The viashino sees her and proceeds to sprint over. He yells in a raspy voice, "Help!"
Penny gets up and pulls out a small cube with shapes on every side. She presses the 3rd face of the cube shaped like a triangle. (No living matter can pass through the barrier)
The viashino slumps down and nods. He manages to wheeze. "Thank you."
"What in the worlds are you running from?" She asked and crouched down.
"Ehh... The law."
"The law?" She said and suddenly both her hands are now covered in Glowing-Golden Gauntlets that grab them "are you a criminal"
The viashino scrambles backward. "Objectively... I-I can explain!"
Penny narrows at her eyes and watches them "explain then"
"Okay okay uh... The Brokers right? They're corrupt, okay? I stole something from them."
*Insight: Dice rolls not yet available for this section. *
*?*
*are the dice seriously going to be acting up for me today?*
*Insight: 26 *
*Oof*
He's fast talking, but he truly believes that the "Brokers" are corrupt.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Fever is scribbling even faster. "Is there anything else you would like me to know about? It's a big book, and some of the creatures in here basically got whole autobiographies. The amount of Nelfeshnee monologues I've had to cut out is tremendous."
"you saw all I should show you" she said "now please tell me about this 'brotherhood' you are apart"
"You mean the Apostles? I, uh, don't know how to tell you this, but there's just too much to say. I've personally written several books on the subject. The gist is that our job as a whole is to serve our master and spread fear. It's not malicious, it's just that our master feeds off of fear, and it needs its strength to battle the Night Serpent and save the world from its ultimate destruction."
Yuri suddenly stands up, her eyes flaring with cold light. "Those who spread fear are like weeds, they must be pulled and disposed of" she said.
"Hey, hey, hey! You don't want to fight me, okay? My job is just to record and spread the word of horrible things, not cause them!" Twelve burning red eye sigils appear in a semicircle over his head. "I know you don't like Apostles, but I'm barely one of them, alright?"
Fever is scribbling even faster. "Is there anything else you would like me to know about? It's a big book, and some of the creatures in here basically got whole autobiographies. The amount of Nelfeshnee monologues I've had to cut out is tremendous."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Penny narrows at her eyes and watches them "explain then"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"you saw all I should show you" she said "now please tell me about this 'brotherhood' you are apart"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Hey, I got more than physical strength. I can move like a cat if I wanted."
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"Okay okay uh... The Brokers right? They're corrupt, okay? I stole something from them."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Penny grins. "I suppose you can but you can move in more then one way" she joked.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Insight: 10 *
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"You mean the Apostles? I, uh, don't know how to tell you this, but there's just too much to say. I've personally written several books on the subject. The gist is that our job as a whole is to serve our master and spread fear. It's not malicious, it's just that our master feeds off of fear, and it needs its strength to battle the Night Serpent and save the world from its ultimate destruction."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hey, I gotta be able to to climb ya, Ms. Tall."
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Yuri suddenly stands up, her eyes flaring with cold light. "Those who spread fear are like weeds, they must be pulled and disposed of" she said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Penny stuck out her tongue "Im a tree limb while you are a log," she said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*?*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"More like you're just a tree." Sharlene laughed. "And you've seen what I can do to trees."
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*are the dice seriously going to be acting up for me today?*
*Insight: 26 *
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"chop them down into fire wood to be burned alive?" she said with a cheeky grin
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Sweep them up and lift them over my head." Sharlene corrected.
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*Oof*
He's fast talking, but he truly believes that the "Brokers" are corrupt.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Hey, hey, hey! You don't want to fight me, okay? My job is just to record and spread the word of horrible things, not cause them!" Twelve burning red eye sigils appear in a semicircle over his head. "I know you don't like Apostles, but I'm barely one of them, alright?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Only you would do something like" she said and chuckled
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Oh, I could do it right now." Sharlene leaned up against Penny. "But I much prefer this position right now."
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