After he'd struggled himself into what amounted to a sweat for a dead person, he sagged in her grip. He panted in ragged growling breathes. The only way they were going to keep exploring is if he said...the unsayable.
BLASPHEMY.
It was for the sake of the sandwiches. He had to think of the sandwiches.
no subject
BLASPHEMY.
It was for the sake of the sandwiches. He had to think of the sandwiches.
"I...tolerate...Spice World."