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Cat And Mouse -The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Updating for the sake of updating.
Left leg, right butt and right arm, all hurting.
I would just like to say...
FUCK!
Making my text the smallest won't really matter, because people can still read it.
I would want to make a list of the things I hate, but no. I wouldn't want people hating me instead. Not that it is my intention in the first place.
Well, in the meantime, I'll wait, persevere, endure, embrace.
Aah, whatever.
8:10 PM