“So, you lost the suit?” Hisae asked, her face lit blinkingly by dance light strobes. “Sabra, that sucks, I’m sorry.”
Sitting opposite Hisae and Jamar, Sabra shrugged. 3,191 more words
Sabra stacks shelves.
Splendid Sabra stacks shelves.
Stunning Sabra stacks shelves solidly.
Shockingly spectacular Sabra stacks shelves stupefiedly.
Sabra paused mid-movement, halfway between taking a carton of milk from its crate and setting it in the fridge. 1,325 more words