*excuse me?*
( kicking the ground, looking down. squinting in thought - andazona style - and taking a looooong drag of her cigarette. she sighs, eyeing the kind stranger again. )
. . . no. you're right. i'm sorry. it's just-- really, i-- no, it doesn't matter. it's not your problem. i'm sorry.
add a skeleton here at some point
4 months ago