my bike. our teapot. the sign on our refrigerator that spells DEAD in blueberry juice
someone filled our snowman ice trays with water and put them in the fridge instead of the freezer.
No one called the cops last night. The only thing that broke was Eggbert's glasses. uh....
lilacs and buttercups, berry Propel, Just Bunches, I WANT MY FUCKING PAYCHECK and I'll get it.
OH: supper at Sloan Manor. I might never leave. Earth or Chester...
Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This.
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