• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 12


What is in my stocking this year but another person deep and round full of delights ready to kiss me pluck me and I just wanted a tiled fruit from a lovely tree not a doppelgänger

It's all too messy to endeavor trying to figure out or figger out as they say where you begin I end if I'm making you up I must be really talented at making beauty up.