Crap. Carp. Prac. Parc.
He's single and I have about the same chances with him: none. And now I just feel dirty for wishing him ill.
Sigh.
Oh, well.
I'm a big girl.
I'm going to listen to The Producers soundtrack and stop being a silly mumpkin.
Someday I'll write a Werewolf Sleepover song about this.
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Okay. That's enough excellence for one day. Homework time.
This was a weird day.
Wow, Rosalind, I guess your power of wishing really is very strong. That's kind of creepy/impressive.
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