Their feet are level with your junk. It can get... painful.
... just an FYI.
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Forever, I assume.
Of course, I've been wrong before.
I was finished with FATAL when I reached page 4.
Pages 5-977 were just me trolling the shit out of myself.
I really should do a dead ass review/conclusive lookthrough of it. On the blog. It would be amusing.
NEAR, FAR, WHEREEVER YOU ARE
I BELIEVE THAT THE HEART GOES ON
Never fear ladies, the man of your dreams has arrived.
He's outside in his car.