by ~Phantasos~ » Sat Feb 02, 2013 8:04 am
Chance stabbed a irate about to shoot him then blocked a punch. She caught Cohen's hat as it fell off and punched a sailor with her other hand.
"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."