Trust me, if I could have kept it, I would have. [Being acquainted with a god was an awkward predicament. How far do you push? She'd probably never know.
She glanced at the letter before grimacing. That didn't bode well for the writer.
The next locker she opened was empty except for a water bottle, the contents of which looked to have evolved into something fuzzy over time.] It's like we are spying on their last moments.
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She glanced at the letter before grimacing. That didn't bode well for the writer.
The next locker she opened was empty except for a water bottle, the contents of which looked to have evolved into something fuzzy over time.] It's like we are spying on their last moments.