My brother patrick sat on his bed and waited patiently for me to begin. as i held the speech in my right hand, i felt the page crinkle between my fingertips. i read my speech loudly, but my brother shook his head disapprovingly. he told me i didn’t sound confident enough. with a heavy heart, i knew i was in for a long day of practicing.

i dont know what you want me to answer

you have three options. first, you can delete the instagram account. two, you can change the handle, username, and profile photo and make the account private. finally, you can just confess. there really is no point in lying to them.

im the one that plot xxx murder

the answer is definitely option c. "sonnet xxxi best illustrates the division. in the octave, the poet observes that the moon is in love. in the sestet, he gives his reaction to the fickleness of woman's love."