This hickey ruined my life.
What's the term for a wife whose husband is in jail? I told my mom how much I missed you yesterday.
I live with this guy Louis. This guy Pete. I live in a twin. My days. I wish I had a weight contract. I'd be so fat. How to make bombs, your napalm--Styrofoam and gasoline.
Mow lawns. Edge ivy. Weed.
My summer/winter sentiments: sex on the reg. I'm very naturally a jealous person.
I'll tell you why I don't have much faith. You have to look mature. Sounds like something I'd hate.
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