Mouthwash
On a cold winter’s night in a town called Reindeer, the streets lay bare, nothing but snow visible upon the cold pavement. Where there was no snow, there was ice, and when not ice, blood. For this town held many tragedies, and it seemed as if happiness was out of season, that it simply couldn’t exist in such bitter cold.
On a cold winter’s night in a town called Reindeer, the streets lay bare, nothing but snow visible upon the cold pavement. Where there was no snow, there was ice, and when not ice, blood. For this town held many tragedies, and it seemed as if happiness was out of season, that it simply couldn’t exist in such bitter cold.