I have no idea what you mean. But we haven't ever written together Nevin. At all.
*Heavy sarcasm drips from her lips like a rich wine*
I have no idea what you mean. But we haven't ever written together Nevin. At all.
*Heavy sarcasm drips from her lips like a rich wine*
Crows: Old nursery rhyme "One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a funeral, Four for birth, Five for heaven, Six for hell, Seven for the devil, his own self."
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