Post by Lachryma on Mar 12, 2007 20:22:55 GMT -5
Lachryma turns from looking around the hospital.
She strides over to Ivan, crouches down, and puts her face mere inches from his.
"You is familiar. And not familiar. Is strange."
She strides over to Ivan, crouches down, and puts her face mere inches from his.
"You is familiar. And not familiar. Is strange."