Seriously, Teresa, WTF? What makes you think you can just waltz in here and strike that crap adorable pose? Are you pondering something? Nibbiling on your fuzzy little mittens? Or wait, is that a glimmer of hope I see in your irritatingly magestic green eyes? Hope? Change? Up Yours?And for God's sake if you think for one second that your little red riding hood get-up is going to make us swoon like you're some kind of vulnerable, picnic toting, butterball of rouge sweetness... well fuck you, Teresa, you've won the battle. You won't win the war.
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