Well, whose grand fucking design is that, [says William, who never talks about himself either, but only because there's nothing to say-- especially not about wars fought behind masks and mysterious doors at highschool. Also, dear the secret mind of Remus Lupin, that fish one was especially shitty.
Somehow, he actually gets precipitously louder when he demands:] Are you fucking dying on the phone right now?
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Somehow, he actually gets precipitously louder when he demands:] Are you fucking dying on the phone right now?