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expendable but so cute.
Could you please stop reading those fics where I'm either dead or a passing plot device that winds up a mess like a bug on a windshield? It's getting more than morbid now, thanks. Why am I always leaving behind a mourning husband, anyway? Maybe I'll marry a girl! Shut up.
... Oh my God, no. I do not want a cup of frosted cocoa. I'm onto you, wise guy.
... Oh my God, no. I do not want a cup of frosted cocoa. I'm onto you, wise guy.
