This woman had no idea who I was. She has no idea I was once a smoker, was thrown out of boarding school twice and a cer — Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand
This woman had no idea who I was. She has no idea I was once a smoker, was thrown out of boarding school twice and a cer — Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand
This woman had no idea who I was. She has no idea I was once a smoker, was thrown out of boarding school twice and a cer — Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand
This woman had no idea who I was. She has no idea I was once a smoker, was thrown out of boarding school twice and a cer — Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand
This woman had no idea who I was. She has no idea I was once a smoker, was thrown out of boarding school twice and a cer — Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand
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This woman had no idea who I was. She has no idea I was once a smoker, was thrown out of boarding school twice and a certified rebel with strong opinions. To her, I was new, fresh, immaculate to the bone. This was all strangely wonderful.

— Suzka, Wonders in Dementialand
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