Minor Times (The)
Glass Ceilings >> This Lane Only
I never promised you a rose garden. So just forget it. Did I startle you, dear? Then say it like you mean it. I can’t hear you. I can’t hear anything over these collapsed lung threats and respirator kisses. Now I’ve gone and startled you. And oh here come the waterworks. Well your crocodile tears don’t fly with me. Not by a fucking long shot.
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