11-28-2021, 01:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-28-2021, 01:34 PM by Robert Carrington.)
Harry's stream of words sounded like the buzzing of an annoying fly to Robert's already irritated ears. He sighed and planted his cane forcefully into the ground. "Never mind that. The rat's run off with my sister. This is only the beginning, I tell you. Those slum dwellers will take more and more things that don't belong to them."