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Life on ‘hard mode’, Ms. Brown. You are my prison and my salvation. I look to you on this, my darkest hour of all hours. Your rancorous affection warms me. Wield your lovely weapon, I beg you. Chop me down to size.
17°
Life on ‘hard mode’, Ms. Brown. You are my prison and my salvation. I look to you on this, my darkest hour of all hours. Your rancorous affection warms me. Wield your lovely weapon, I beg you. Chop me down to size.