Nine of Swords
Jul. 11th, 2020 11:17 amAn enemy agent caught me vulnerable last night, all cried out over a book. They set me on a styrofoam mounting board, and drove a steel needle four miles long through my skull with steady unforgiving pressure, pinning me down. And then the unbelievable bastard dropped a millstone on top of me and left. So if you need me, you know where I'll be.