As you look in the mirror, you remember somthing. "Did I have a sister too?' you ask. "Yes, her name is Joan," your supposed wife sobbed. "What's going on here?" a pretty young girl wearing an thin circtlet of gold came in.
"Yes, her name is Joan," your supposed wife sobbed.
"What's going on here?" a pretty young girl wearing an thin circtlet of gold came in.
