My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
My name is not Teleporno.
Ok? Do we have that straight? Please, it gives horrid flashbacks and I really don't feel like locking myself in the bathroom again, crawling into the space between the toliet and the wall and whimpering while I rock back and forth at the horrendous memories of my childhood. That name doesn't exist...ok, so if you pick up The Unfinished Tales, speak to my poor misguided
father, speak to my poor misguided
mother, or come across it scrawled on a bathroom stall...ignore it. It is nonexistant.
Thank you.