|
God damn this is tempting. I can just about afford it, but no one I know is gonna want to go, and it'll be during uni, so knowing my luck I'll get some giant essay that weekend... Torn as hell over the choice.
__________________
The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
|