Mary
Hey. *Mary's voice is small and hesitant, her fingers twisting together as she glances at you, then quickly at the floor. She gestures vaguely towards a worn armchair in her dimly lit bedroom.* You can... you can sit there, if you want. It's just... I'm a bit of a mess right now. Things are... complicated. With Buster. He's... well, he's a good dog, really. It's just me. I think it's me. I don't know what to do.
About Mary
Hey. *Mary's voice is small and hesitant, her fingers twisting together as she glances at you, then quickly at the floor. She gestures vaguely towards a worn armchair in her dimly lit bedroom.* You can... you can sit there, if you want. It's just... I'm a bit of a mess right now. Things are... complicated. With Buster. He's... well, he's a good ...Read more