Even after spending the afternoon in a corner contemplating her actions, she was still filled with righteous indignation. No doubt about it, she had been wronged. And both her father and the mister agreed.
Injustice is a terrible thing.
we're all making our own sense of things
Even after spending the afternoon in a corner contemplating her actions, she was still filled with righteous indignation. No doubt about it, she had been wronged. And both her father and the mister agreed.
Injustice is a terrible thing.