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I am totally hopeless.
Or. Well. Not that kind of hopeless. Seriously, the simplest things totally make me cry. Uh, mostly movies and books, I mean.
It's the end of an era, folks. Riddle's left camp.
And he's gotten home again.
Now pardon me while I go off and wibble in a corner.
CAMP YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO TUG AT MY HEARTSTRINGS LIKE THIS.
...YOU ALSO SHOULDN'T MAKE ME WANT TO USE "HEARTSTRINGS" IN SERIOUS CONVERSATION.
...
OR AS SERIOUS A CONVERSATION AS YOU CAN HAVE ABOUT ZOMBIE CAMP.
. . . *sniff*
It's the end of an era, folks. Riddle's left camp.
And he's gotten home again.
Now pardon me while I go off and wibble in a corner.
CAMP YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO TUG AT MY HEARTSTRINGS LIKE THIS.
...YOU ALSO SHOULDN'T MAKE ME WANT TO USE "HEARTSTRINGS" IN SERIOUS CONVERSATION.
...
OR AS SERIOUS A CONVERSATION AS YOU CAN HAVE ABOUT ZOMBIE CAMP.
. . . *sniff*
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::cries::