It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith
07-14-2014, 09:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-14-2014, 09:03 PM by Misha.)
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dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight She felt guilty for being so rude to the male, the female usually not acting like that, especially to someone whom she didn't know. Even though he didn't seem very fond of her, she would want to retry with the male, for at least a friendship from them both. She would get up and silently make her way to him, gracefully stepping on the snow to as not make her approach noticed. "I'm sorry," she would apologize, "for being so rude to you.." She would sigh softly at herself for her own judgmental, stupidity, sinking down onto her haunches in front of him. He seemed as if he was sleeping, or so she thought he was. The male was unknown to her, he could be easily acting, making Misha a fool of herself. But, that was okay, because she meant all she had said, a thousand pardons and more. |