Stupid thing.
Dahlia Whitmore had always loved warm Ensainte with its flaky, few fields. It was a place where she felt pain. She was a determined, head-strong, tea drinker with small lips and agile hair. Her friend...
Dahlia Whitmore had always loved warm Ensainte with its flaky, few fields. It was a place where she felt pain. She was a determined, head-strong, tea drinker with small lips and agile hair. Her friend...