... My oh my. Words fail me, my dear. I must say, it is rather unfair of you - 'tis not as if decent sleep was hard enough to come by already. And now, your visage shall haunt me as I seek refuge in Morpheus' embrace...
Also, you're making me spout bad poetry! Damnation upon you, woman!
Words fail me, my dear. I must say, it is rather unfair of you - 'tis not as if decent sleep was hard enough to come by already. And now, your visage shall haunt me as I seek refuge in Morpheus' embrace...
Also, you're making me spout bad poetry! Damnation upon you, woman!
Any indication of an emerging lolita complex with masochistic inclinations have been purged.
Carry on, citizen; carry on.