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| OF COURSE I'M NOT OKAY. HOW COULD YOU EVEN ASK AT A TIME LIKE THIS? |
Juice. Juice. Juice.
Wait. What's this? What's that?
Parental unit! Are you seeing the what's-this-what's-that?
Parental unit! Help! Help parental unit!
Okay. I have your hand; it's all okay now.
"I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn't worry anyone."
- I Wrote This For You
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Uh. I don't really know. Just stuff, I guess. Does anyone want to eat ice cream with me?
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