[ me: trying to remember locations from only a few days ago. alex is sat outside the saloon, watching people wandering past and occasionally shifting to avoid bumping into memory bubbles as they idly float past.
one of them gets a very unimpressed look when it pops up close to her arm, and makes her shuffles a few paces to the left to avoid it. ]
I cannot wait for these things to be gone for good...
week 4, thursday (backdated)
one of them gets a very unimpressed look when it pops up close to her arm, and makes her shuffles a few paces to the left to avoid it. ]
I cannot wait for these things to be gone for good...