“Oh,” he said, and then shrugged at me. “Nevermind, I just thought you’d like to know something.” "What?" I said. “Your boobs are leaking.” He gestured towards my front. “What is that, anyway? Is that, is that custard?” Oh, shit.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess called – “Oh. My. God. Let go of my FREAKING hair!” I am never acting in a school play ever again. Never.
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