Sep 20, 2010 13:44
i wish i was an only child,
@raivis,
psychiatrists need help too,
alfred f(ucking) jones,
my relatives are insane,
i'm sane... i'm sane...,
i'll fight you for a thousand years,
!post type: action,
it's all the american's fault,
wut,
and how do you feel about that?,
the stuff of nightmares
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It is pleasant, certainly, to read 'My British Gent' undisturbed whilst running the vacuum around 403, but as the hours tick by the little seed of dread that had settled in his belly begins to grow. And grow. And grow and by Sunday afternoon he is frantically chewing on his nails worrying about Connor, Peter, Ivan as he plows through a few random selections from his library. He can barely make it through the last few pages of 'The Squire's Temptation' without glancing at his computer screen or his cellphone every other ( ... )
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