01-30-2022, 08:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-30-2022, 08:23 AM by Christopher Hurley [deceased].)
There was a shift in Chris’ gaze. A smirk. Then, he stepped back and dropped the rock to take his hand back.
“So hung up over dead things,” he said, hands in his pockets.
It sounded far more like a compliment than an admonishment. He turned back in the direction of the prison.
“So hung up over dead things,” he said, hands in his pockets.
It sounded far more like a compliment than an admonishment. He turned back in the direction of the prison.