A fine farewell to you all, just in case the Catastrophe and I end up in Barovia.
And baking. And sunsets. And puppies.
A fine farewell to you all, just in case the Catastrophe and I end up in Barovia.
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.