ISlya takes a deep breath.Ihane: Ilya. It’s ok.
Ylya: I’m fine.
Iuna: You were in there for quite a while. You sure you’re ok?
Slya: Yes. My turn right?
Ihane: You ok?
Ilya: Sorry.
lya comes back to the table where there is a heated game of hearts being played.
When I got into my orientation group, I introduced myself to a few of the girls there and we exchanged socials, but we didn’t really talk much for the rest of yesterday or barely today. My roommate moved in early for a program, so she’s already been here for a few days.
inside the eclipse, nothing is sacred. desecration is everywhere. a balanced response to this phenomenon must therefore highlight the appearance of sanctity (secular readers feel free to skip this post).