Mason knowing that saying this will make him worse but said it with his hand waving at him. He said, “You are the one who should read the poetry book” to insult his delicacy. His face got really red and his eyes were burning like flame, but Mason was just getting the sandy breeze and looking at approaching bunker entrance.
Usually Mason says they’ll be fine, and he’ll take care of everything to make them feel comfortable, but today he didn’t feel that great. His shoulders were getting heavier, and now it feels like a big rock is on his shoulder.
Do I have some grudged ghosts? I’m sure I have a lot of them. And I’m going to have another one soon.