*fuckin pain in the ass*
*punches u in the tum like an ass*
I don’t need a hug and I’m not fucking scared.
What the fuck does any of this even have to do with you touching me?
Oh, congratulations, you know a few adjectives with more than two syllables. That doesn’t mean you’re right.
He doesn’t make me feel a damn thing.
No, he’s one of the bastards I hate.
Is this about Hawthorne? Because I’m still not going to talk to the bastard.