'...dear diary, my teen angst bullshiet has a body count...'

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'
I'll hide you in my walls. Your body will never be found. I'll wear your skin as a suit. Pretend to be you; your friends will like you more than they used to.
- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'

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