No. It’s an ugly-as-sin birthday cake. Fee left it. Unfortunately, when I was fucked up on pollen, I thought I was Santa (???) and kissed her. Dispatch a self—it’s my birthday and I need you.
Can you just do me a favor and let me pretend that there's no logic to all of this? I know you're smarter than the rest of us, but I need you to meet me on my level for once.
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It's not a good thing. She doesn'tI also wanted toI don't believe you aboutThink I'm gonna go for a run.
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