I am...me. A bit on the strange side, but loyal to the end. I can be outgoing, I can be reserved. Its all good.
Don't touch me, I might develop a bruise.
When I grow up, I'm going to be one of those ladies with a big house and fifty cats which I constantly throw out the window. My ghostie friend Phoebe told me. I don't know if I believe her, but in case you meet her, don't tell her I said that.
I get stressed out easily. And I make weird squeaky noises.
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