Strange wounds on her legs. And I was right.
"What have you done there, hun?"
Quiet.
"... I'm okay now."
My a**.
"What have you done there, hun?"
Quiet.
"... I'm okay now."
My a**.
Okay. I admit it. I have now officially transformed into the stereotypical oldie I sworn never to become, but I tell you: things [i:aae26a7733]-were-[/i:aae26a7733] really better before. And don't come tell me off with your 1337 speak.[/size:aae26a7733][/color:aae26a7733] |
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