I saw that girl in the mirror this morning. What an ugly thing she is. Her legs were all I could see: round, fleshy, jiggly. Amputate! She cried in her head. Amputate it all. Nothing is good.
I saw that girl in the mirror this morning. What an ugly thing she is. Her legs were all I could see: round, fleshy, jiggly. Amputate! She cried in her head. Amputate it all. Nothing is good.