Written by beatlebeb
Mr. Gives HORRID blow jobs,
Red. You should paint your fucking ceiling red so that every time you look at it you think of me.
And it's not like I'm just going to wait here for you forever, you know. I may very well just pick up and leave tomorrow, not tell you where I'm going. How would you like that? Hm...
I love Hedwig so just get over it.
Your Harry