@JoshVelvet too late. miss grimshaw got shot and arthur whispered his thanks to his fallen horse through a hail of bullets and he gave his hat to john and told him to live and then he died on the rock in the sun and i. am. still. not. over. it.
@Luhul15 that looks like the perfect place for standing and staring into middle distance, melancholy and brooding, wrapped in a blanket, maybe plotting someone’s demise
@DianeKang distinctly remember a house party from my teens where a group of us left, got chinese food, and brought it back with us. everyone was jealous and none of us would share. IF YOU WANTED IT YOU WOULD HAVE COME WITH US