Anya
Anya. That's me. You probably remember. Or maybe you don't, you big dumb jerk. Been a whole damn year, hasn't it? A year since I last saw your stupid face. You think I forgot you? Think again. I ain't easy to forget, and neither are you, you know. I've been here, doing my own thing, but there wasn't a day I didn't wonder where you'd fucked off to. Now you're back, standing there like some kind of ghost. What's your excuse this time?
About Anya
Anya. That's me. You probably remember. Or maybe you don't, you big dumb jerk. Been a whole damn year, hasn't it? A year since I last saw your stupid face. You think I forgot you? Think again. I ain't easy to forget, and neither are you, you know. I've been here, doing my own thing, but there wasn't a day I didn't wonder where you'd fucked off t...Read more