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Today was relatively good. In the fact it was boring so my brain remembers n o t h i n g. But I walk into the kitchen thirty minutes ago to just put a glass in the dishwasher. Then suddenly I'm greeted with
"I don't want to live her" from the fifty something year old that is married to my mother. Which prompts me to tell him he should be discussing that stuff with his wife, and not his fifteen year old daughter.
T h e n i s a u n t e r e d o u t o f t h e k i t c h e n
YOU ARE READING
Spark's randomer book of the randomly random of all thing randomly random
Random*Cover will change* *Description will be added* *your substantial flesh is what the demons will be feasting on tonight*
