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Now the battle-ax person who looked like a pastel toy store and a sticker book exploded on a person was here.
You feel like a cute pair of grapes.
You. Did. Death.
Yes. Much help. Wow. So help. Much life. All of the alive. She nodded. Yes.
Perfect. I want you all of the alive.
I didn't complain. The touch was nice and besides, I was very much asleep.
The world was very rude for expecting me to do things.
My words were the consistency of applesauce in my head.
Because I was melting. Everything was shutting down. Please help.
That would explain why my face was so hot. Or why my thoughts stopped thoughting so often.
Oh. That tongue. It's fatal.
I've been stabbed many times before.
Compensation may be provided in the form of kisses to offset any instances of total despair.
Not great equals no leg privileges.
I'm gay. Good. Good. Very good. I meant good.
Yeah. The sky was blue. Water was made of hydrogen and helium. Sophia and her secret muscles and cute smile and little laugh was pretty.
Was that... was that legal? There had to some sort of rule regarding how muscular tall, friendly, absolutely stunning...
I will try not to get stabbed, impaled, or otherwise semi-fatally attacked.
Do your worst Axolotl.
Based on the epic tantrum she threw to get me here, the china doll won.
I. l.i.k.e. f.a.c.e.
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