Separate names with a comma.
(not really! alida's just SLOW!!! jk)
(gasp indeed )
*tugs at collar and starts whistling* Nothing! Nothing at all...
Woo! ...hmm, there's QUITE a breeze in here.
Still as a statue
I'm all for it
Sal! Hiya!
Agh! Have you no shame?!
I keep a steady pace, but suddenly burst out crying and crumple to the floor the minute I leave the throne room.
But didn't he disappear?
In soviet Russia, the milk drinks you.
I shudder as the marks go away, leaving an ice cold feeling behind. I don't bother to look at my still bleeding cut, and storm away from the...
Derp. Penîs breath. That was in the movie
I watch as the blood slowly spells my name on the contract, and it bursts into flames. "Are you happy now?" I growl, angry tears streaming down...
Cause you're a rebel.
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"You bàstard..." I mutter, taking the blade and sharply running it over my wrist. Blood splatters on the page.
Damn. I feel like we need a MilkAnonymous session.
(pmsl I remember *cough, she's a C! A C I TELL YOU!!!* )