I SERIOUSLY WON'T BE WRITING THIS, BRAIN, YOU CAN STOP IT. I MEAN IT.
I blame it on the lack of talking with my girls and the fact that today is a not good, kinda bad, terribly sad day for me.
"Here you go, fresh from the oven," Mrs. Lovett said, serving them a pie for each one of them. Argilla smiled at her in thanks, meanwhile Heat growled over
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