Golden Solitaire
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Saria buckled her seatbelt and sat back, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Words couldn’t string themselves together. Was there even a proper way to ask these questions?
“What are you?”
Might as well get right to the point.
Deep down she didn’t want to know. She wanted this all to be a dream. She wanted to wake up to Cobalt and Argo waiting to be fed. This was too much. It didn’t even seem like reality. Still, she asked her question.
“What are you?”
Might as well get right to the point.
Deep down she didn’t want to know. She wanted this all to be a dream. She wanted to wake up to Cobalt and Argo waiting to be fed. This was too much. It didn’t even seem like reality. Still, she asked her question.