it’s like the only saturday ever, so like, you’re not gong to let me take it because I’m so, like, indispensable, that you pay me 6 grand to stand here being polite to people who should really stick a pencil in their ear, like, you know? well that’s about it really I suppose so, like, I’ll just be a misery all day and then write some kind of like angst-ridden song about your middle-aged hair and licking bottoms and stuff, like, so, like, when you read this you’ll know, right. you’ll so know it, right.
except it wasn’t like that. we didn’t talk like that then.
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