Rrrrrawrg.
Dear Walt Whitman,
DIAF.
Fuck you,
Bea
Postscript - I guess you can just escape with some minor second-degree burns, Dickinson. But watch yourself.
DIAF.
Fuck you,
Bea
Postscript - I guess you can just escape with some minor second-degree burns, Dickinson. But watch yourself.