Dammit. I just started reading, and I'm crying again. John. Wyatt. Steve. Intervene. Now. -- Oh my. That dream... you are too good at this. I tell you, you should write movies. Men all over the country would lose their balls, unable to control their tears. -- Oh, Jesus. I might need more tissues. -- ;_; -- Paul. Why. Explain.
Do you lace your words with crack? I'm pretty sure you do. That would explain the addiction to this amazing story. It's made with crack. Crack kills, you know. This chapter killed my heart. Please revive it soon.<3
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John. Wyatt. Steve. Intervene. Now.
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Oh my. That dream... you are too good at this. I tell you, you should write movies. Men all over the country would lose their balls, unable to control their tears.
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Oh, Jesus. I might need more tissues.
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;_;
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Paul. Why. Explain.
Do you lace your words with crack? I'm pretty sure you do. That would explain the addiction to this amazing story. It's made with crack. Crack kills, you know. This chapter killed my heart. Please revive it soon.<3