Frasmine. When the gang cones close to death, what will be said?
For some reason I imagined the old lady as my dad...
Oh well. I loved it!
I'll have your story up tomorrow!
Thanks a ton!
HOW MUCH TIME DO YOU HAVE ON YOUR HANDS
Oh wait you have like a blizzard right now, right? That's what my uncle's been telling my mom.
I WAS PROCRASTINATING! :D
Yep. It feels awful, looks amazing.
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