Pure, unstoppable, Impossible Hatred poured out of her. Shleya's Eyes had lost all their luster. they were dull and angry, nothing of her personallity was left save the urge to make her friends happy. With all her terrible feelings, she struck at the force field again. and again until her sword sunk through... the impossible from her impossible anger.
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do.
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