"Mrs. Fiona Snark," I said, not looking up from the paper. "Miss, it's just Miss." Her sickly lemon voice sounded. I looked up, "Oh, can't imagine why." She gave a discourteous nod and breath and walked by, the length of her cape not so accidentally.
teenagewonderlandzz: lusheur: velvet-dawn: strangelybeautifulworld: velvet-dawn: Finished hooooooorah When you make the painting not only realistic but look better than the original photo… That’s art. That’s amazing. Thank yo