Friday, June 2

Melodramatic


Everything is going horribly, terribly wrong! My fortunes have been cast to the four winds! Whither shall I go and what exquisite torture shall I face there? O woe that ever I was born. May the gods hear my keening cries and curse those who have thwarted me. Or if they could just find that check that seems to be lost in the mail, that would be great too. Actually, let's go with the second one.

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