A daily trip to the convenience store of the deranged
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Eighty-Six.5
I don't want to hear it, especially from him. "You guys doing alright?" "Why?" "Well, I asked her where you were, and I got a text back saying 'I haven't seen him all day'." Not funny, seeing how you left my house at five.
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