*Sniff sniff* I smell a murder.
Is it weird that I’m still stuck on the fact that Alex never got the dang groceries? Especially when he complains about the fridge being empty?
Rags to riches? More like riches to rags.
Well, at least I’m not trapped in this world by myself.
Sleep they said. You’ll have a nice dream they said.
It’s over, but what a hell of a ride.
Man, someone seriously has to take care of this Glasist problem.
What could I have done differently?
The Forge has returned!
Come on guys, we all know I deserve to be Queen.