Tell Me Something Good
"Wind skimped all the way up her matted dress. Her internal chill couldn't be warmed anymore; it couldn't be warmed by a blanket or a jacket, but a person rather." (Eleven/Mike)
"Wind skimped all the way up her matted dress. Her internal chill couldn't be warmed anymore; it couldn't be warmed by a blanket or a jacket, but a person rather." (Eleven/Mike)