Rucole Club Club|| film lyfe || mac and cheese queen|| *exits with trunkshot* Rorie gritted her teeth at all the happy faces in the hall. Just a few more hours or less and she'd be out of this place. So many things to do this summer. SO MANY. All to make up for the HORRIBLE year at the this hell.
The mermaid haired fifteen year old sat her bumless backside on the edge of the table. Keep your mouth shut, Ror, and maybe you'll make it out alive and not in a dungeon for another three months. Hopefully.
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