Your location is obsolete.There’s this song I’ll make you listen to twice.There was a fight at the high school’s model UN,the one without the accents and indigenous clothes,no sub-incision with LSD in the wounds.
You’d make the best mannequin of all time,standing until your legs were numb through.Your boss would never hear you complainsince it was all obvious when you signed up:people are responsible for easily predictable things.