I'm going to feel uneasy all long weekend. It's like my stomach is twisting, and all I know is that I want to go up to all these people and hurt them, like they're hurting me. Stab.
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3 cups of kitty, a teaspoon of possum, and a dash of teenage girl... Who am I kidding? I can't cook...
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