Tula, Mike and EvanNo enjoining was vital now from my brain. My plates of meat swivelled on their own and schlepped me with dignity to the parking lot whilst my tears mugged that dignity from me by kissing my cheeks for someone like Evan Wilson. A traitor, a fibster, a cheat….. Why am I crying? For the love of My Lord stop, please stop my much loved orbs Evan is unfit for it. But it seems like they were unaffiliated. My orbs yearned to desolate themselves and spewed all the emotions and woe out. My vocal cords want to yawp