There were so many times whilst doing this page that I really wished I owned a gun so I could just pull the trigger and end it all. Oh God, the glass...and the damn hair...it haunts me still...
But anyway.
Vice, you know better than to not listen to your sister. Not that she's ever thrown you through a window before, of course. That was an accident. She thought there was a brick wall there.
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