Sip of beer, sniffle, sip of beer, check phone, sip of beer, MOTHERFUCKER, sip of beer, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee, sip of beer, get here soon. I pet the rabbit, and R arrives with cash for when the dude arrives.
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We got the shit and we are content. My septum is fully deviated, wind is rushing from one nostril to the other.
Too fucked to type now. I will type more when I am better grounded mentally.
I never want to die.
-Lucy
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The rabbit is redecorating. He moved his tunnel of hay to the other side of his cage, digging in his bedding, frolicking in his new home. 2am is 2pm for all he cares. A little dark cloud racing in circles. That rascal.
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