I kiss her forehead and wrap an arm around her for comfort, motioning the man to come closer. He hesitates before doing so, studying me. When he reaches us, he keeps a foot and a half between him and Rayah and glances over the mark.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can’t fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal. — William S. Burroughs