Fucking hell. I feel like I'm scared. I shouldn't be, he's harmless. >:( I think I might have inhaled too many fumes from the oven at the pizzeria or something.
. . . You know how I don't ever talk about my childhood? Yeah, well, a rather big part of it walked through the door of the pizzeria and I can't decide if I'm happy to see him or not.
We didn't... do anything, we were children without homes or a family. (Actually, he has one, he just ran away. .___.;; ) It's just... odd. And no, I can't. He's very persistent and extremely hard to ignore.
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<< >>;; Damn boys.
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What happened?
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