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clarence
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sorry if this is a hint off-topic.
The story is: I had a friend of mine who spent a great deal of time and energy on her appearence, which could only be described as punk, but about 3 steps from crossing the line into the bionic. One day, she came over, and just looked at my axolotl with a sort of disdain. This is how the scene pretty much played out.
The story is: I had a friend of mine who spent a great deal of time and energy on her appearence, which could only be described as punk, but about 3 steps from crossing the line into the bionic. One day, she came over, and just looked at my axolotl with a sort of disdain. This is how the scene pretty much played out.
