What the fuck? Seriously now. That was...rather unexpected.
And I'm still furious with this story; not at your, for some reason, but the story. Like it's all the words' damn fault. I just. I. Hmm.
Frankie...
I was happy when I got home, now I'm all angsty and full of grief. And who bloody raped Ville? Was it you?
It was you, wasn't it.
For shame.