…that a certain personage who is very much male eye-candy is a closet pill-popper.
He always has headaches.
Twiggy has now run out of painkillers in the first aid kit.
I offered him some medicine. Come to think of it, I have a bit of a headache…probably from my ponytail.
"Percodan?"
"No, that stuff's addictive, you knitwit."
"Oooo, these are good…500s!"
He totally reminds me of Mr. Wrong in this regard. He was like that too.
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