11″My parents were killed long ago, and it's always just been me, myself and I. I don't love anyone, and I don't intend on it until you show up in my life. Will I admire you, or will I not? (You're a boy, make up the rest)
11″My parents were killed long ago, and it's always just been me, myself and I. I don't love anyone, and I don't intend on it until you show up in my life. Will I admire you, or will I not? (You're a boy, make up the rest)
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