the sickness is familiar. it is more of a home than four walls could ever be οΉ my sickness is a bitter relief β if i am sick, then i am real. the dead cannot be ill.
β i dont have a boyfriend . β
stu was in severe denial . he thought that how he acted with billy was normal . he hated hearing this comment .
β just for that , im gonna poke you more . β
he speaks as he continues to aggressively poke him.
" No, Stu. I'm not allergic to F U N "
Her eyebrow subtly twitched, slow blinking with clear annoyance etched on her features.
" How would you like if I repeatedly poked you? "