He is washing my head.
He is telling me everything I want to hear.
You know all those white horror movies where they enter an obviously haunted place and be shouting “anybody home?” instead of running ¿¿ oh well that’s how I feel.
I know I should run… But I love the fragrance of this particular shampoo he is using to wash my head.
I will sha just jump out before it enter express.
in Confession
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