The immediate lack of 'what are you talking about?' made the culprit clear from the outset. She lifted one of the small throw pillows and hefted it hard at his head - she had not yet ruled out the prospect of throwing some jinxes at him.
'What on earth were you thinking?' she all but shouted, at her eldest brother. 'What could possibly have possessed you to write in on my behalf? Which one was meant to be me?' she prepared to thunder, depending on how vapid or insipid he had made her seem.
'What on earth were you thinking?' she all but shouted, at her eldest brother. 'What could possibly have possessed you to write in on my behalf? Which one was meant to be me?' she prepared to thunder, depending on how vapid or insipid he had made her seem.
I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory