//Arabella, yet again, is forced to bring her gun in hand. She finally gives in and takes the gun with her. As she aimlessly walks around with her back turned, trying to place her gun in her back pocket, she trips on a rock, and she fails to place it in her pocket, and it slips from her hand and it falls to the floor. The second she sees someone in front of her, she quickly grabs her gun and hides it in her back pocket successfully.//
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
like the galaxy's edge
– arabella's got a 70's head, but she's a modern lover. it's an exploration, she's made of outer space
– my days end best when this sunset gets itself behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| You didn't see that, right?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|