Don't you love being a teenager?
Don't I love being me?
I started cleaning my room to vent earlier. I found (not the right word, I knew where it was all along, but) my stash of Solos&Ways paper and was about to throw it out before I realised how thick it was. I spent so, so much of my time on that story. It was what got me up in the morning and I
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