by AdAstrα » August 23rd, 2013, 3:42 pm
No you little brat, I'm not giving you the ball back until you stop trying to break into my flat and shouting at me from down the hall. If you throw it high enough to 1. Nearly smash my window and 2. End up on my balcony, that's your problem, not mine. Or actually, it's your parents problem. I wish I knew who they are so I could tell them what you're up to when they're not watching.
I'm never going back
The past is in the past