Its so funny that I would rather beat myself over the head with the telephone than call your number. I'm pushing your skeleton out of my closet as I speak. As I am laying out my clothes for work tomorrow I recall all the times you begged me not to wear my favorite platforms because they made me taller than you and that made you feel like shit. Well, you know what? Fuck you and your inferiority complexes. Our castle is now rubble, burnt down and broken from throwing the bricks at each other that kept our sanctary glued together. I hope your happy with no shelter from the rain.Birth sign: Not entered
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