Harry: Love is dead and never existed. All he did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. He is the definition of dread.
Tobi: Are you okay?
Harry: Simon ate my fucking garlic bread.
love is dead
Harry: Love is dead and never existed. All he did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. He is the definition of dread.
Tobi: Are you okay?
Harry: Simon ate my fucking garlic bread.