It's kind of like when I got into a fight with this guy who tried to break into my grotto and I got my left canine tooth knocked loose— rhys (@rhystechinc) May 2, 2017
and even though it was still fixed into the gum pretty good I couldn't leave it alone— rhys (@rhystechinc) May 2, 2017
and even though it was still fixed into the gum pretty good I couldn't leave it alone— rhys (@rhystechinc) May 2, 2017
I kept forcing my tongue into the wobbly tooth gap and eventually it just fell out— rhys (@rhystechinc) May 2, 2017
It fell out onto the concrete and I had to pick it up before anyone saw and tried to jam it back into my gum but it wouldn't go back in— rhys (@rhystechinc) May 2, 2017
or like you know when you were a kid and you'd walk through the Botanical gardens breaking the heads off flowers— rhys (@rhystechinc) May 2, 2017
and then you'd start to feel bad because there weren't that many flowers left so you'd try to plant the heads back in the dirt— rhys (@rhystechinc) May 2, 2017
Anyway I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm worried about how far I should let this worrying about N thing go— rhys (@rhystechinc) May 2, 2017
— ali3nxi3 (@ali3nxi3) May 2, 2017
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