If I were still friends with a certain Wolf, I would want to text him: "I'm howling at the moon tonight. AahhWooo!"
God, he's still all I can think about. And every single Smashing Pumpkins song reminds me of his stupid little smirk when he's playing guitar.
Fuck him. He lost his chance.
I got too close to the Wolf and I got bitten.
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