I carry mine always. It’s warm against my chest, ticking like a mechanical heart.
Athena gripped the edges of the co-pilot’s seat, her knuckles white. She was only nineteen, raised in gardens of glass and light, now surrounded by the smell of ozone and recycled air. “Where are we going, Jax?” 357 missax my sister the princess athena fleu portable
: This review is, of course, highly speculative and humorous. If such a product existed, I'd evaluate it based on creativity, the potential impact of its message (in this case, royal and peaceful), and the portability and usability of such an item. I carry mine always