i don't mind compassion
The carnival was loud and huge and sudden. Strange things were always happening but this was a new one. It seemed to stretch out forever. Or at least almost forever. But it was loud and distracting and good gods did he need some distracting. Bright lights adorned various stalls and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of magics caused them.
He was debating playing a game, maybe winning a prize or two. Then he would have something to bring home to Edmund and things wouldn't be so bad, right? He was distracted enough by the various games and bright things that he wasn't exactly paying attention to where he was walking.
He was debating playing a game, maybe winning a prize or two. Then he would have something to bring home to Edmund and things wouldn't be so bad, right? He was distracted enough by the various games and bright things that he wasn't exactly paying attention to where he was walking.
just not on my dime
LOCKE
