Prose,  Chapter

1 Dream,5|          You have time on your hands tomorrow, don't you?" I
2 Dream,6| strolled down the road with my hands in my pockets. I was leaning
3 Sins,2 |        some brute with loutish hands?" But I had no time to ponder.
4 Sins,2 |       She laughed, washing her hands in the nearby sink.~"And
5 Sins,3 |      trouble and felt the huge hands of the vice-principal tugging
6 Sins,5 |        my entire soul into her hands.~She continued to touch
7 Sins,6 |     various instruments in his hands. He glowered and took out