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desperanceSend not, to ask for whom the sossidge fries; it fries for Barry.
Apparently.
Even he doesn't quite have the nerve to hook one out of the sizzling pan, but he doesn't think he needs to. He reckons he can hook one out of my quivering conscience.
I am made of sterner stuff, I tell you. I tell him, I tell myself. I am.
*is firm of purpose*
Umm...
Apparently.
Even he doesn't quite have the nerve to hook one out of the sizzling pan, but he doesn't think he needs to. He reckons he can hook one out of my quivering conscience.
I am made of sterner stuff, I tell you. I tell him, I tell myself. I am.
*is firm of purpose*
Umm...