myself to a man. Well, technically, I promised myself to a boy. We were eight
years old. Neighbours. He gave me a Cheezel, pushed it onto my finger, and
asked me to marry him.
said, “Yes” but that we’d have to wait until we were thirty.
thirtieth birthday last week and now he’s calling in that promise.
Elliot Parker is insane if he thinks
that an out of the blue private Facebook message stipulating the binding law of
an oral contractual agreement is going to seal our twenty-two-year bullshit
he really does look like his profile picture, though.
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