LymiraMelidin

Summary: Hello, Keith Sommer. Meet Little You. Don't believe me? Well you just wasted your chance to do something about your past. Have a good life. - - - "Out, out, damn spot!" A bit of Windex here, a bit of Windex there. The tenacious miscreant slinks away after a few forceful rubs on the counter, conceding defeat this time round but promising a fateful return; in fact, you could go right ahead and pen it into your schedule not two days from now. See how it sparkles! Does it not stab your eyes with its perfect gleam of cleanliness? Well, it should. The gods themselves could now eat on it. But only during weekdays from ten to nine, not co