| Comment | When I was 12, I was scooting in and out of Glasgow on the regular on the train to go to the Catty Unders. Literally not a single adult ever questioned me and I seriously do not see why they should have.
plus, I can't tell apart a 12 year old from a 16 year old these days. If they've got make-up on, that's it, I'm fucked. 12 year olds don't do make-up like I used to - it was CLEAR I was 12 when you looked at my attempts. |
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