The boredom has attacked. The grief is green.
Do the bonding. It takes time, hands and brains. It distracts from everything. One of my classmates saved 50 times.
From boredom or from grief?
From a broken nose. I had the habit of hanging in the breaks. She had the habit of showing me up. But when she had to break into the shrub, my hands and brains were busy counting the cock.
WOW: Definitely not boring.