Sublime

“Guess so,” he says with a good-natured laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Just have fun.” I’m a little confused by the direction, since the scenes in the sides are (1) my character witnessing the homeless man who takes care of her getting shot; (2) my character sitting with Robert Forster’s character, telling him how she wants nothing to do with the fa

Cassandra moved industriously around her, walloping at her skirts and sending black hairs floating into the air. “They’re going to like you—” Thwack. “—if only—” Thwack. Thwack. “—you’ll be nice to them.”

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