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.
Wednesday, December 21
Where's Pixy?
Dead.
Well, that and playing mining engineer, but mostly just dead.
Dead.
Well, that and playing mining engineer, but mostly just dead.
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