Sunday Whirl wordle #413


Welcome to this week’s Sunday Whirl courtesy of BWarren.

He was so smug because he found it simple to channel his charm to the limit, and hold no conscience for hurting anyone in his way.
Sage was facing the trauma of indecision and wanted to claw his eyes out, punch that fine chiselled rock chin into next week. All she needed was the signal from her superior and she could let fly, then run like hell.

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