Ray felt like crying, but he blinked the tears that stung his eyes away quickly. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir" He called, scurrying away from the mess and into the house. He had cut his hands in the crash, and he cradled them gently as he ripped off some paper towels and pressed them to his hands, soaking up the blood. How stupid can i be? How could i have done something so careless?
He thought, sighing.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4