What was happening had by this time sunk into even the tiniest of the
just woke up. Looked around, no Steengo. Found you here snoring away
feeling of horror but, right, the stasis was still working for the
Leaves on the trees theyre wet with dew
military service were mutually incompatible for the most part. I
together, to organize, to rehearse.
here. They tenderly carried Steengo to a couch where another woman,
told me about MIPSC.
firsthand-since you and the other lady leaders have had the same
Was I? I dont remember. Everything is still kind of fuzzy.
Look calm, look collected-think innocence.