-I hear you went on a date. -With Rose, but who with isn't important at the moment. -What was it like? -Is it the same as it used to be? -...Did you know what you were doing?
>> I know that Cindy can't die. >> So she's probably alright. >> But I hope that you didn't get blown up, too. >> You are not immortal, as far as I'm aware.
>> Guess who. >> I've dispatched a handful of 'friends' to sniff out who infiltrated your home. >> In the mean time, I have pinpointed a temporary roof for your heads.
With everything going on with the explosion, I feel
I have to admit, I think this is the first time I have ever received a poem from someone. An anonymous poem at that... I really don't know what to make of it though. It's probably just paranoia with everything that's happened been going on, but something feels off about it.