by ~Phantasos~ » Sat Jan 11, 2014 12:12 pm
"Yay!" Chance said happily then grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the mall. She walked inside and looked around. "Coffee,clothes,or food first?" she asked curiously.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."