by Placebo Effect » Mon Apr 01, 2013 10:38 am
Beatrice smiled, slammed on the brakes and parks the van against the curb. She pulled a pair of scissors out of her pocket and turned to Zane, "I wasn't joking about cutting out your tongue. It would be a vast improvement. But, unfortunately, tongues don't grow back..." She grabbed a fistful of his hair instead. "So, I could give you a fun hair cut!"
◤................................................................◥granddad, even though
you are no longer with us
physically, you'll always be
in my heart. i miss you.08 / 07 / 2013◣................................................................◢my deviantart
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