"I can't believe I'm talking to you," she said, leaning against the wall while sitting on her bed. Her favorite comforter covered her legs.
"Why? Am I not good company?" Detective David Wayne Loki asked, looking at her. He sat beside her, patiently listening to everything she needed to rant about.
"You're wonderful company, Loki. Really." She paused a long moment. "But you're fictional."
"I don't mind being the only one able to help you."
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
