...Damnit, Charlotte, why must you leave me when I wish to squee at/talk to you? Inconvenient child that you are. *snugs*
I am so astonishingly blah-feeling it is not true. I'm in a chat with about twelve other people, the vast majority of whom I know and like, and yet I still want to talk to someone. Damnit, Volandum. I want to talk to you. Why
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