Firefly-Flashes: “Where Are We?” She Asked Nervously As He Guided Her To A Seat, Not Removing The Blindfold. “Guess,” He Said. She Took A Deep Breath, The Smell Of Old Books And Lemony Floor Polish Making Her Smile. “The Library.” Her Hands
patient–wolf: Doesn’t this feel much more natural? Admit it. You’re happier this way.
