"Does it have to be one or the other?" Dahlia says with a gentle shrug of her shoulders, leaning against the side of the schooner as if very comfortable on her deck, which she is. "If you could forget about the things he told you, that would be ideal."
Straightening up, the Reaper runs her fingers down the grains of wood. "But I'm not an unfair woman - I'd compensate you fairly for your selective memory loss."
And if Melita decides not to go that route, well, the Reaper can at least say that she's tried to use honey before vinegar. (AKA, the Honeybee likely does not want to go that route).
Straightening up, the Reaper runs her fingers down the grains of wood. "But I'm not an unfair woman - I'd compensate you fairly for your selective memory loss."
And if Melita decides not to go that route, well, the Reaper can at least say that she's tried to use honey before vinegar. (AKA, the Honeybee likely does not want to go that route).
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
