The moving truck arrives in six days and I've barely touched a single box. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Despite my laziness and obvious stress, I have been blessed with many rad dreams of sucking face with Ron Weasley. OH RON. WON'T YOU HELP ME PACK? I can think of fewer things better than watching a sweaty Ron Weasley bitch and moan as he
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