CIJS -
You are 11. Eleven. And while I think it's uber cute that you manage to find some pep in your step and still find rolled up foil balls fascinating - do you have to find them exciting at FOUR IN THE GODDAMNED MORNING?
Fucking cats. I swear.
You are 11. Eleven. And while I think it's uber cute that you manage to find some pep in your step and still find rolled up foil balls fascinating - do you have to find them exciting at FOUR IN THE GODDAMNED MORNING?
Fucking cats. I swear.
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