by Stiff » Thu Oct 21, 2010 11:52 am
"no" dr f said sternly. he turned to wren. "walk" he said. Wren awkardly placed his hands onto the crutch handles, as one hand was casted. he took a step forward, tentativly. he closed his eyes, and when he felt both feet still under him he took a nother couple steps
Everything that shines ain't always going to be gold.