Written by beatlebeb
The dirt beneath my feet,
Sparky??? I must say...WHAT THE FUCK?!
And don't you sit there with that smug little smile on your face and tell me that you haven't been ready to explode yourself from lack there of. Though, I must admit, the Hall does sound inviting...and kinky.
I am just going to stop asking about the blood because I really don't think I want to know. And stop telling me the effing number of days I've got left. I'd rather not think about that until the day before, which you should inform me of so that I may pack...well, throw some things in my trunk. Oh, and how are you planning on making this little rescuse mission work?
I NEED INFO!
Love from you know who...well, not him but yeah...