Oh dear

I think I’ve got an admirer. Thing is that she’s nineteen, bipolar as hell, tall, slim, blonde, manic. I’m just like “Oh God, how do I get out of this one?” She always wants to know if I’ll be out and I’ve always got other plans.

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