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Rose Thorne(She/Her)
Mighta kept my faith if I got stabbed with more extendo-nipples.
Emotionally manipulated me back into multiple abusive situations to act as her shield, and has refused to so much as acknowledge what was going on. Can’t even have a talk about it, it’s just shut down immediately.
Now she doesn’t even know that she has a daughter instead of a son, and never will.
She looks happy, at least. Maybe it’s kinda meditative. You don’t want to move too much. Just sit, relax, and be a table.
Well, at least you’re aware of my opinion. I wanted Greg. There’s a man who puts two in your skull and three in your chest. He confirms that kill.
Now snap my fucking neck, and I swear, if this is another Cuba, I will find the willpower to work my paralyzed arms.
I want to see the reaction that would come from a big-tittied fox in a maid outfit flouncing to the front lines.