I have a bone to pick with Fate. Come here and tell me, girlie, Do you think my mind is maturing late, Or simply rotted early?
I wonder how he felt when he got to 50.
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9/19/2024 9:29:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I wonder how he felt when he got to 50.