At night I cry at my closed door to be let out so I can run to Auntie's T's bedroom door. When she's gone during the day I just hang out on her bed waiting for her. I can't imagine what she's doing? I thought she came here just to play with me, but she's always talking about this Lost thing.
Deal Breaker
15 years ago
1 comment:
Yes! And damn her and her boxes of "Tasty Cakes"....
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