C1201 Comfort Prize

He was right. You had to taste it to get out of hand.

The fish has taken the bait. How can I not pull it ashore? I have to suppress the hatred in my heart and lie down quietly.

Soon, I heard the sound of breathing.

A shrewd man like Geraldo must not have slept deeply, and the slightest noise might wake him up. I had angered him enough today, and continuing to provoke him was not a good idea