I have a vague memory of wanting licorice yesterday, but I don't actually remember ordering them. This is what happens when you have insomnia for three days in a row.
Oh, well, if I can't sleep, at least I can have licorice.
It's called Paper Shells, and I helped with the university stuff! To quote his husband: It's about domestic abuse, transphobia in t...
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