shrine to the prophet of americana

"But… you’re dead!" she wailed. "Well, I waia,” he said, with an affected nonchalance. “I’m from a future.” She stood in...

“But… you’re dead!” she wailed.

“Well, I waia,” he said, with an affected nonchalance. “I’m from a future.”

She stood in shock, speechless.

"Look, it’s a long story.”

Nothing. He rolled his eyes.

And it involves tenses that haftnye invent.”

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