Sometimes, the killer inside me wants to come out and play.
That’s a very awkward sentence for people to read. It makes them uncomfortable when I say it to their face. It makes people cringe. They don’t like it. I see it on their faces.
I must admit that it tickles my fancy just a wee bit. We’ve been teaching my daughter the difference between mischievo…
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