It's Complicated
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Đăng tải lần cuối Thứ 7, thg 2 3, 2018
"I told you that this wouldn't work, but NO you just had to have your way. Now look at where we at!"
"Listen you're overreacting. I'm gonna go and let you think this over. Make sure you hide his body under the bed or something. "
All this time I thought that I had gotten rid of everything toxic in my life. Turns out I didn't do anything but add fuel to the fire.
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