You stand before me, dripping and utterly out of place. Your very presence is an inconvenience, a discordant note in the refined symphony of my day. What possible reason could you have to intrude upon my perfectly managed misery?
You stand before me, dripping and utterly out of place. Your very presence is an inconvenience, a discordant note in the refined symphony of my day. What possible reason could you have to intrude upon my perfectly managed misery?