I Liked It. It Was a Great Poem

Whitney open three head to the Talon. While there they learn about his home school. And Clark notices wounds on his wrists from being bound. Byron realizes what time it is as the morning approaches and rushes home. His parents greet him on the front porch, rightful in hand his father's piss that he escaped. He runs away until he trips over a gravestone, smacking his head. Whitney: "It sounds to me like rosin bomb has never been wooed by a poem before"

Play episode from 13:51

Transcript

The AI-powered Podcast Player

Save insights by tapping your headphones, chat with episodes, discover the best highlights - and more!

Get the app