Sure thing. I'd hang with her. I'd be jealous and maybe want to die, but maybe if she sang for us over waffles, I'd live for a bit longer. At least, until the end of the song.
Right now she actually wants nothing to do with him. It makes me sick. She won't even say his name, it's always him or the little guy or something. I don't understand people like her at all. I don't know how you can have this amazing little boy, and just completely disregard the fact that he is alive.
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