One hundred-nineteenth Nail

That? Was not the kind of curse that I would enjoy. Honestly people, think. How fun is it to be working when some moldy ghost is trailing behind you whining about their own mistakes? None. Really. If he was that broken up about the way it turned out, then he should have never tried.

Oh well. So dears, let's say we all go out for a snowball fight, mm? We can have hot chocolate after~