It Sits to Reason
When he speaks, Reason doesn’t stand. It sits cross-legged in meditation.
She looks exasperated and sighs. “I don’t . . . but . . . you just . . . I . . . .”
He looks unsympathetic. “Yep.”
When he speaks, Reason doesn’t stand. It sits cross-legged in meditation.
She looks exasperated and sighs. “I don’t . . . but . . . you just . . . I . . . .”
He looks unsympathetic. “Yep.”