Connor was sitting in front of the TV. In his hands was a large, huge mug of coffee.
Mary and Peter fell asleep with some amulets wrapped around them. Tom, having drunk a sedative, fell asleep too.
I sat up on the bed and opened my backpack. You need something exciting ...
Garnet-great! I remember how much Gina loves them... I always have a knife in my backpack, even though it is very small, and I immediately cut into halves the fruit that excites my tongue and nose.
When I offer the other half to Connor, he silently waves it away without turning away-he is busy with something...
The night sky... It's so beautiful. I didn't think there was anything else I could admire...
how did I fall into the mawkish but attractive pool of sleep? I would like to know more!
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Even on this side,
