 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Marce, not quite knowing whether he were dead or not, looked up at Kristi and thought toward her, "If you think you know something, dont say anything. He's gone now, let's just let him rest." Sitting next to his color fading body, she clung to his limp fingers, her nager boiling. "I have never, ever, hated my father as much as I do now. This is such a waste of a life..." she stammered, her fist clenching, landing on her forehead, scrunching her face up as she cried bitter tears. |