We hungered for merriment. Our world came to a boil. The plot thickened then we feasted on the obnoxious stew. It was a transparent recipe. The chef was a horrible cook, believing he could spice things up with empty talk and table salt.

Every Moment is a Story.
We hungered for merriment. Our world came to a boil. The plot thickened then we feasted on the obnoxious stew. It was a transparent recipe. The chef was a horrible cook, believing he could spice things up with empty talk and table salt.