(ever forced to read 'the day no pigs would die'?)
Anyway. I was sick. Very sick.
I'm sick of it.
I don't want to talk about it.
RTO
5 months ago
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2 comments:
Oh! I was wondering....
Well, now you have to talk about it. You must. I insist.
Sorry you were sick. : (
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