he is fine isn’t he?
imagine you bring him home to break your back.
oh he does.
he does it well.
he eats up all your black pudd’n and even wants seconds.
it was a good fuckin’ night.
you never hear from him.
you start experiencing symptoms you never felt before.
things just start going wrong.
you don’t know what the fuck is happening.
well, it starts with that same wolf who you inside you…
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