From Hime to me with love

Nov 05, 2007 16:50

Rossiu loved the rock the most.

It understood him; the very intentions that he had hoped for for this government. And though in public he despited the stoning Deep in his heart, he longed for it's rough and dense body to impact upon his delicate and wide forehead once more.

"Oh day," Rossiu purred, stroking the little rock gently. "Our love can no longer be deem impure."

The next day, the rock, shocked and frightened by Rossiu's confession, left him for some beach sand.
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