Roger's fall
I nonchalantly flipped the tip of a wing as I inhaled from my Gauloises.
“Where was I when Roger Darcy jumped?”
I finished exhaling, grey-white smoke curling through the feathers and halo.
“I was under him.”
I nonchalantly flipped the tip of a wing as I inhaled from my Gauloises.
“Where was I when Roger Darcy jumped?”
I finished exhaling, grey-white smoke curling through the feathers and halo.
“I was under him.”
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