“What can I do? What softness can I bring?” the witch offered.
“I do not know,” the skeleton mourned.
The witch wrapped her arms around its ribcage and they stood in blissful silence.
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“What can I do? What softness can I bring?” the witch offered.
“I do not know,” the skeleton mourned.
The witch wrapped her arms around its ribcage and they stood in blissful silence.
If I'm your savior, then you're mine. 