It was grotesquely discolored. It hurt so bad to move. xxx video Four in the morning. My mouth was so dry. I deserved this. I was pathetic. I was getting hungry. Why was this happening to me? I was alone. My mouth was so dry. I did. e.l. Weak. It hurt so bad to move. I looked down to my wounded arm. I looked around. “HEEEEELLP!!!”
The banging was louder than ever. Why couldn’t I sleep through the pain, like before? Talk with her. I wanted to go back to sleep. Laugh with her. My pinky finger was completely detached from the rest of my hand. They would come check on me if I didn’t come over in a few days. The knocking stopped. Some papers and my old pocket knife fell too.
