A cricket bat!
Twelve years, and four psychiatrists!
Four?
I kept biting them!
Why?
They said you weren't real.
Twelve years, and four psychiatrists!
Four?
I kept biting them!
Why?
They said you weren't real.
Tuesday, June 03
And Off We Go Again
Cleanup is cleaned up. Migrator is migratoring.
Sleep time.
Have to get up early, there's a man coming round to destroy my bathroom.
Cleanup is cleaned up. Migrator is migratoring.
Sleep time.
Have to get up early, there's a man coming round to destroy my bathroom.
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