Last year one night the host club members had a fun little "slumberparty" for no reason. We were playing twister and I was the spinner and in the middle of the game I mumbled "I sure hope I'm calling these right" and everyone in the group simultaneously remembered that I have problems with colours and may or may not be colour blind.
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Terrifyingly Strange Thoughts of the Cool Type: Part 3 ((closed/finished))
AléatoireBrought to you by the one host you thought wouldn't give you a brain aneurysm. I promise this will be the last book. ((closed))
