I have been initiated into their society now. Someone stole all the escape keys, and the teacher thinks it was me. This thought would've been unthinkable last year, but since I'm associated with them, they see me as one of them.
But honestly, what would I do with 20 escape keys? Throw them at my enemies and make a hasty retreat?
Now that we are on the topic of love, I feel it appropriate to tell you that there are many love stories to come. Get ready, it's a hell of a ride!
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That Slippery Minx
HumorA tale about the people I know ... Or used to ... Or maybe stalk. ... Who knows?