Goddammit. Paul might not come til next week :(
I want him to come tomorrow, so he can stay over next weekend, and then the next weekend, he wants to take me to Maine. I would enjoy that greatly.
Fake tapeed over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies, you little spies.
- September 10, 2011
- Lindseyy2321
- 1 Comment
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