We both know they are arrogant in their own goddess-damned way and I am really tired of some things.
We shall not, I promise today, go into what Tara is really tired of, Father. I promise.
Cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die type of promise is the one I’m talking about. I have had two sips of coffee and will go read books before I set sail on the seas of 50 States this morning, Father.

Mkay I promised. Shut up, Tara, in typing word salads. Shut up and read, Gurl.




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