PHOEBE
The Madame quirked a brow as the young man stuttered that the girl wasn't special, tutting at him as she shook her head. "Not true! If that were the case you wouldn't be so hung up on her." she said, wagging a finger at him. As Elias spoke up she glanced over at him, laughing a bit at his bit of insight. "You came all this way to see little ole'me? Hate to break it to you but I am the mere collector, not the goods here." she said flipping her hair.
Again she looked at the young man and smiled at him warmly. "No come on, spill the beans. I can't get you properly arranged if I don't know what keeps you going back to that twiggy little, flatt-bottomed thing." she said, putting her hands on her hips.
Again she looked at the young man and smiled at him warmly. "No come on, spill the beans. I can't get you properly arranged if I don't know what keeps you going back to that twiggy little, flatt-bottomed thing." she said, putting her hands on her hips.
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
