 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
"Quit being so fussed with my body." she said, leaning forward and shoving the crutches underneath the bed. Wriggling her nose, sneezing because the dust beneath the bed, she muttered, "Justbecause I'm beautiful doesn't mean you have to discuss it all the time." Raising her head, seeing the serious, torn look upon his face, she sighed, "Not everything's about the physical. These outward wounds will heal long before my heart ever will." |