I have the best puppy-dog face ever. It will make you cry.
She's just the dirty-by-trade tomboy.
Quoth the raven: "CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW" (Patreon)
This smile isn't stapled on. Or is it?
By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?
The man without a plan.