Ribbon - Chapter 3
I remember laughing at cecil, dragging him for virtue signaling with his little pro-trans retweets, feigning solidarity.
Folklore Faux Pas
Atop a windy hill, beneath a blazing sun, against mottled grass, a dozen young bodies gathered. Some huffed from the long trek, others stared bored into the scenic distance, and a few held their polite interest a little longer, as the ram at the head...