We got it down.
But I'm on the floor hyperventilating.
Sister: *screaming at the top of her lungs* YISHCTUIFGLBTJCBKFHUBAIBDJGDFYVJGFJCUXJGKFJHCKHV
Me; SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP
Mom: O-O
Me: *slams door, doorknob falls off because it's a piece of crap, starts having asthma attack*
I don't even have asthma.
I don't-*dies from not being able to breathe*
Dust: Well, she's dead.
Faye: Yep. ((New OC))
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The Ghost Advice Horse Journal
Rastgele2 cups of random, a teaspoon of requests, a pinch of rants, 1/2 a cup of best friends, and 2 cups of stories. Mix it up. This is the recipe for disaster.
