My lips stung, my joints ached, and everybody was stupid. When I asked the tall man with rust red hair when we were leaving hell, all he gave me was bad news, "Now child, you know were leaving friday." I felt it was an appropriete time to groan.
LoveHorseshoe79 (4:28:03 PM): the worst thing is to make someone you love miserable because they are so scared to like someone else because you are always hovering over them
