Your name is Wilbur Soot.
You don't technically have an invite to this party, but technicalities have never kept you out of Las Nevadas. The air is cool, the night is young, and a hand penned letter is burning a hole in your pocket.
Your name is Wilbur Soot.
You don't technically have an invite to this party, but technicalities have never kept you out of Las Nevadas. The air is cool, the night is young, and a hand penned letter is burning a hole in your pocket.
