"Alright, Jessica Fletcher, what do you propose we do?"
Sorry. Reading Torchwood fic in Health. I'm bored and don't want to complete the worksheet.
I hate Health.
And I hate being on my period. I don't think it was this painful last month. When I started on Sunday, I came up with the idea that on some parallel universe I was pregnant and I'm giving birth to the kid now. And on that parallel plane, we're five years older than we are her.
I DON'T WANT KIDS AT TWENTY-ONE!!!!!
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