Sixty-five
The library is for reading and studying, not singing about what you ate for lunch. I'm more than entirely convinced that no one cares.
[Never mind that she's been singing a song to herself when she's alone or thinks she is, anyway in the halls.]
At least it seems to have slowed down a bit. But this whole musical rubbish is getting really old.
[Never mind that she's been singing a song to herself when she's alone or thinks she is, anyway in the halls.]
At least it seems to have slowed down a bit. But this whole musical rubbish is getting really old.