....theres blood in this.'
mike sed looking in his coffee, drinking from its cup.
'no theres not.'
sed chelsea.
she was scared for him. his questionable hed.
'the clouds are nice.'
he couldnt see them behind the huge peices of rotting meat floating in the sky.
'their a weird color..like an old bruise.'
she sed.. and he knew that she knew.
our ded cat smiled to death.