Salsa Verde

Reaction to a ghost is formal. Occasionally I'd slew into my studies and brand off what trash i could come up with and then branch it from a new perspective, but this sea stride was something totally out of my character. I miss my family, I have no idea where they went at my birth. Two weeks in my adoption agency whistled me away with back and forwardness. I couldn't be considered a run away due to my mild but highly active schizophrenia. So, now a Muttinckport I became. Everywhere I met the shadows followed me. In the room i dare not to speak, in the chow hall I wished not to even visit, and the corridor that the count spoke wonderfully of his mistress inside of. Ewww, that retched Whore-iscope..... Mom walked in the room.. ):