Worst Thing Is That I Actually Love Garlic Bread

You know what? I just want to live in the middle of the forest in a giant mysterious mansion with my shirt halfway unbuttoned and my collar high. I only want to go into town to gather the essentials and seduce the townsfolk, becoming a local legend and a force to be reckoned with. I want rumors on people’s lips of how they once saw me chopping wood or heard my voice croaking out a melody when they went too deep into the woods. I want people to doubt that I really exist even after they’ve seen me with their own eyes or even gotten to touch me with their own hands. I want to know that I have admirers that are too far away and enemies that are far too close. I want to disappear into the night away from everyone and everything, to a place where I know that I belong, to a place I know that I’ll be safe. That’s all.

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