Jumping on the HP bandwagon, I reread a little bit of OOTP the other day. Call me cliched, but at soon as I picked up that book and felt the familiar heaviness of the pages, it reignited this deep magic within me, and suddenly, I felt… home. I was back. Soon this dissapated, and I was left standing in my sister’s room. Even now, I regret my long departure from Harry Potter after the completion of the seventh book. I’m happy to be back.
Now to go masturbate for the second time today.
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