Please excuse me while I step over your dead husband's corpse like he's nothing and upon entering the room, ignore your traumatised child in his crib and instead clutch your lifeless body in a demonstration of my love for you: creepy and entirely unhelpful.
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Randomhiya. this is a book of stuff. fandom jokes, random poems, lyrics, observations, funny things I hear... I don't really have a plan so we'll see how it goes.. this is my first book on wattpad so I hope it goes okay. (Also, I just want to warn you tha...
