I thought of making a deal with the devil, but was too depressed to choose anything.
Now he’s sitting on my sofa, just as depressed.
I thought of making a deal with the devil, but was too depressed to choose anything.
Now he’s sitting on my sofa, just as depressed.
She was granted her wish.
She had a long, long life.
She outlived her children.
And grandchildren.
The Beast was a beast. A true monster.
She was his captive. Chained.
It wasn’t a love story.
It was still better than staying home.