For the DID does dare the tale she tell … well … a shuppan gup … is worried up a voice inside DID interrupt … and makes her befriend the boy who lycan scares, to emulate what he pioneered. Although this done was in control she narrated as her persons told. A masquerade to deceive … I think not - a bonus if it tricked the lot. It is an urge that she has to purge an array complex, of voices she needs to flex.
A common theme is the knot of two, if not then sex is a dish for you … The theatre rolls a multilogue and the puppeteer has oft to flog … as though the crowds see not that each character - the lot, smell the same and share their trot.
By their words ye shall know them true, a style of noteworthy fashion - therein a clue! When it happens more and much then it seems the pain does touch … Entertainment is the cue, without falter for a habit is not up for alter. Egos run high … and a true face hides, it’s not all lie … and besides I try to homour the hydra who has no bite … despite it seeming that I’ve lost the fight. Dropping hints for those who see to see that we’ve been sceptic all along, concerned for lycan health indeed … to right that wrong these words are seed.
Some are miffed by what they see ... imagine that dice with many faces ... in two column stores a list of passes each one unique to the face it adorns and thus no confusion can befall the one who wants to confuse us all.