[Ben often wonders this about those that choose to dwell permanently in cities. So many people crushing so close, no room to think or breathe or relax.
There's no one else in the clinic, though, and Ben cocks his head to study the smile she gives him. He breathes out slowly, the gentle relaxing of his ribcage huddled protectively around his innermost organs, pulling his lungs with it.]
[ Spam is the Curd by the Kurd ]
There's no one else in the clinic, though, and Ben cocks his head to study the smile she gives him. He breathes out slowly, the gentle relaxing of his ribcage huddled protectively around his innermost organs, pulling his lungs with it.]
Hello, Abigail.
Do you require assistance?