- Monsieur d'Angelus has no more wine
POV. She breathed deeply to regain her shattered composure then took to flight, out of the room and hurtling down the steps as fast as she could be allowed.
. ” She replies, “dude fuck you, I thought you were a good guy”… she continues but now tearing up, “what's wrong with me?, why doesn’t anybody want to be with me. This is why we came here, we had multiple clubbing options that were all in the same space
- Monsieur d'Angelus has no more wine
POV. She breathed deeply to regain her shattered composure then took to flight, out of the room and hurtling down the steps as fast as she could be allowed.
. ” She replies, “dude fuck you, I thought you were a good guy”… she continues but now tearing up, “what's wrong with me?, why doesn’t anybody want to be with me. This is why we came here, we had multiple clubbing options that were all in the same space
- Monsieur d'Angelus has no more wine
POV. She breathed deeply to regain her shattered composure then took to flight, out of the room and hurtling down the steps as fast as she could be allowed.
. ” She replies, “dude fuck you, I thought you were a good guy”… she continues but now tearing up, “what's wrong with me?, why doesn’t anybody want to be with me. This is why we came here, we had multiple clubbing options that were all in the same space
