[Its like Zinda doesn’t see him at first, when she comes barreling into the garden. As if killing a bunch of kids wasn’t bad enough, the mayor seemed intent on forcing her to deal with her grief sober.
She can’t sleep, and she needs to do something, anything in tribute, so—- here she comes, hurtling into the garden, right up to the pond, and belting out a loud—]
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She can’t sleep, and she needs to do something, anything in tribute, so—- here she comes, hurtling into the garden, right up to the pond, and belting out a loud—]
HAWKAHHHHHHHH!