You've got like... one more chance. Okay. Maybe two because you used to be cool.
Don't fuck up again.
I'm so out of here.
Your soon-to-be-mohawked-in-protest daughter,
Peat
F-ing andropause. -.-
Letters from Peat to the people with whom she is forced to interact - Updated as often as possible, when the mood strikes
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