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If I were a poet, she would be my only poetry- my muse, my heart, my soul. I love her, more than she will ever know- I adore her.
I am his, and he is mine. I don't know how I got him, or why, but he is mine! I would do anything for him... for the most part.
My darling sister! What a charmer, right? Oh, to be so foolish; to think I'll ever leave her alone!
He's a piece of shit, end of story. There's nothing worse in the world than having to say we're related, and I sincerely hope he chokes.
I see the Pixies as children- though I know they are not. I typically view them as my sidekicks- lackeys? Though they listen to Cake much easier than I, but, I have no complaints, as long as they do not try to trick her into anything.
"bitch" "bitch" "bitch" "bitch" "guys we... i thought we liked sie...?"
A secret in the woods. He is pretty, and I believe that there's nothing wrong with keeping someone company.