PHOEBE
"Ah, I see." she said, tutting softly as she perused the first chapter of a mystery novel. "That is a very risky line to walk." she noted. Wanting to be informed could so easily lead to the exact behavior they wanted to discourage, a reality that Jata clearly proved. Find the book she held far to pedestrian and predictable, she set it back on the shelf and continued to peruse.
"A little bit." she said. "My sponsor purchased all my school texts which I read and near memorized. Then we were encouraged to read one novel a month. Usually romance or something that reinforced the lessons being taught. Dreamy, flowery narratives with flimsy female characters with zero personality." she said dryly.
"A little bit." she said. "My sponsor purchased all my school texts which I read and near memorized. Then we were encouraged to read one novel a month. Usually romance or something that reinforced the lessons being taught. Dreamy, flowery narratives with flimsy female characters with zero personality." she said dryly.
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
