Seeking A Conversation
“ How long till we reach our destination? “ Prisca asked in a slightly weak tone. Even though one of her loads; the largest of them precisely, was being carried for her by someone else. Carrying the few she still had on her was no easy task. She could only repeatedly thank the cold lad whose name she was yet to know for saving her the torture of having to carry the three luggages all by herself while she wallow in the pain and exhaustion the two she still had to carry brought to her. She cracked her brain on how to reduce the stress she was undergoing at the moment. Many thoughts flashed by, whether poses she could pose or how she could carry the luggages to reduce its weight. Alas, she found none. Hope seemed far off from her, purposely keeping her at a distance. Just then, an idea cloc
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