Maureen was obsessed with a dilapidated bass that she saw one morning, which shocked and spooked her so much that she couldn't stop thinking about it, trying to calm and distract herself. Despite her toxic fixation on the bass driving her to her demise, she could never forget the grace with which it carried itself.
Maureen was obsessed with a dilapidated bass that she saw one morning, which shocked and spooked her so much that she couldn't stop thinking about it, trying to calm and distract herself. Despite her toxic fixation on the bass driving her to her demise, she could never forget the grace with which it carried itself.
Maureen was obsessed with a dilapidated bass that she saw one morning, which shocked and spooked her so much that she couldn't stop thinking about it, trying to calm and distract herself. Despite her toxic fixation on the bass driving her to her demise, she could never forget the grace with which it carried itself.