Nelly was confused that everyone was speaking in images, but she’s not one to question things, and gleefully played along. As the day progressed, however, she found herself further perplexed by this quizzical behavior that rattled her brain so, and she soon succumbed to her unending desire to speak out. Words bursting, filling the air with thought, not sight. This was the world she knew, and what she would continue to pursue. Perhaps it would end the day in ire, but it was a chance she agreed was cromulent.
Fruit Incest
Relatively Fresh
why waste time say lot word when few word do trick?