Her voice

She didn’t cry. She never did. She just sat there—quiet, brittle, waiting for the voice to say something she hadn’t heard before. Maybe something kind, by accident. But it never did. "You’re alone because you deserve to be. People sense it—that thi ...

It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World.

Kevin Morris