I have just been wasting my Sunday on desperately trying to meet Monday's work deadline, and I stray to my computer to find hot, hot sparrington waiting for me. Suddenly it all seems worthwhile.
Can't help feeling sorry for James because of how utterly hopeless it is to surivive intact when you have to choose between your body and your self-belief. And Jack of course is quite endearingly manipulative, as per usual.
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I have just been wasting my Sunday on desperately trying to meet Monday's work deadline, and I stray to my computer to find hot, hot sparrington waiting for me. Suddenly it all seems worthwhile.
Can't help feeling sorry for James because of how utterly hopeless it is to surivive intact when you have to choose between your body and your self-belief. And Jack of course is quite endearingly manipulative, as per usual.
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