Bella groans and tries to rest her head on Tirya's shoulder. We're screwed, Tiri. Andy is going to provoke Callie into killing us all.
Bella groans and tries to rest her head on Tirya's shoulder. We're screwed, Tiri. Andy is going to provoke Callie into killing us all.
Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid
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