01-04-2020, 11:04 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"] Good news, bad news, or news that he was almost certain that he lost Des twice already, once has a man, and once has an animal again. As if fate itself was laughing at him for it, and cursing his own foul luck of having a relationship with a man that was just hard to get into contact with. " I have daughters, if that means anything else. I know that Des is probably dead in this lifetime again. Just give me the bad news, and tell me the good news when you can." the border collie's voice was small and quiet, already past the state of mourning, and just frank disappointment that he missed his chance again.