Moan.
I can't feel my feet. Or my arms. Or anything, really.
If anyone needs me, I will be begging a tub off of one of the professors, or, if that hasn't suceeded, in my room, sprawled out on the bed.
Ow.
(shopping is so not my thing)
Note to self: Kill Sam.
If anyone needs me, I will be begging a tub off of one of the professors, or, if that hasn't suceeded, in my room, sprawled out on the bed.
Ow.
(shopping is so not my thing)
Note to self: Kill Sam.
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Okay, okay. I'm sorry.
I love you and your kisses.
Truce?
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You know I love you, Gee. :)
*smooch*