Oh, I always knew what I was. You can really only justify so much patience for sad little rich girls. ( who grow up to be restless, unsatisfied socialite brides, unironically wearing oversized hats to attend rowing races and nodding along at their husband's tory-leaning political opinions at dinner parties.
then the apocalypse! and some sick part of her was glad just for the break in routine, and she has to live with remembering that treacherous thought every day that she believes her youngest child to be dead.
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then the apocalypse! and some sick part of her was glad just for the break in routine, and she has to live with remembering that treacherous thought every day that she believes her youngest child to be dead.
so, you know. good times. )
I'm fun at parties, though.