Everytime I reread Harrow I think I’m prepared for “but your dying idiot mouth rounded out three totally different syllables, and they were three syllables you didn’t even understand” but every time it’s just a punch in the gut.
Everytime I reread Harrow I think I’m prepared for “but your dying idiot mouth rounded out three totally different syllables, and they were three syllables you didn’t even understand” but every time it’s just a punch in the gut.