"Salvation." My mother hummed as she washed the dishes. I sat, high on the counter beside her, my legs dangling off the counter.
"Or Salvio." She saids, flicking a bit of water at my face. I giggle, wiping the soap bubbles off my nose.
"They're a secret agency," she whirs, hushing her voice as if it's a secret. "As are the Crim." She breaths, throwing the dish towel around her head like a mysterious hood, turning to face me.
"And they'll kill to get whatever they want."
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Space Egg
ActionWhen she would walk down the street in the dead of night Elfy would look to the sky, and stare at the stars. It would ease the boredom. She would count the stars, one by one, one by one, one by one. Until she would trip on a rock and scrape her knee...
