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I need to regret shit. It makes me not want to do it again.
Oooh, deep.
Love!
Is there something on my face which asks the delivery guy for his life story?
No, seriously. Is there? I really need to know.
This is way better than any monochromatic work our teachers made us do.
I have no knees anymore. Does he ever look bad?
