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if only all grandmas did that, in real life.
my brother sprayed that frebreze air freshener crap all over me this morning. i've showered twice and i still smell like oranges. before that he sat in my closet and used my drumstick to play a tune on a frying pan. it's been a good day.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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