PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Rachel was getting more and more confused by the minute. She had removed her shoes and neatly placed them next to the chair; accepted the net from Cela and winked back at her remark and she still had no clue what the professor was going at. Climbing onto the desk, she wiggled her toes at the sudden chill that had passed through her. Well, does he mean besides the fact that we might catch a cold from freezing our toes of? she thought as she glanced down at her already blue toes. Then again; Dad always said that I have sensitive feet...
Blinking, she roughly shoved that thought away from her mind and concentrated on the lesson, still completely out of the game. Gah! I hate it when I don't know!
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____  _____________I could still change the end |