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One of my running shoes has fallen under the bed. I lunge for it and untie the knotted laces, yank them loose. THE GARROTTE THE GARROTTE THE GARROTTE THE GARROTTE THE GARROTTE

me reading this escalate and internally chanting the garrotte the garrote the garrotte the garrote bring forth the garrotte. like it has to come back right.

Felicity's such a funny protagonist. like. oh yes. here's the book that you left on your ex girlfriend's grave. and the book has the letter you buried in said grave, in her handwriting. if only there was someone nearby who brought a shovel to that grave and who also developed an interest in forging handwriting. and also, had access to the handwriting in question because you pinned it on your wall. no. must be a ghost

oh look, it's the kind of bdsm the UK just banned in their desperate bid to out-fascism the US

to be fair, like, yeah, if you want to prove magic is real you do gotta pick something more tangible than "make it snow in the cold season" actually