So I listen to you complain and then I bite my tongue in vain again as I let it slowly all just settle in. Such a pretty picture that you paint, I'm so vile while you're a saint. Funny how your eyes seem thick, not thin.
World War Three. Too exhausted to explain. All I have to say is you will NEVER touch my little sister again if I have anything to say about it.
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