Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33863482-20180220140910/@comment-29194274-20180222051509

I quietly sing to myself as I work. "Somewhere in South End when you were fun. . . You took my hand you you made run. Up past the prison to the seafront. You climbed the cliffedge and took the plunge!" I'm sewing a few different things. "Why can't we laugh now like we did then? How come I see you and ache instead? How come you only look pleased in bed? Let's climb the cliffedge and jump again!"