“What are you afraid of?”
“Spiders.”
“No, what are you really afraid of?”
Shaking his head a small smile crept upon his face, “Why do you care?”
“Because it looks like you could use some saving.”
“From what?”
“Yourself.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“Spiders.”
“No, what are you really afraid of?”
Shaking his head a small smile crept upon his face, “Why do you care?”
“Because it looks like you could use some saving.”
“From what?”
“Yourself.”