Silk is so impractical with the cold here, but Henry is still picking out my clothing. I think he likes that I let him stand closer when I’m cold.
I HATE THIS KIND OF SHIT.
If there is something as
hate-read, well, I'm doing it.
I'm loathing every single word by now.
I'm here just because I want to know if the sister is actually already dead, as I've suspected all along.