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[aaamy]

there's just something about calling every food distributor in the tri-state area at two-thirty on a tuesday morning after everyone in the suite (minus one) has been awoken and forced out of the building due to a small cooking incident on the eighth floor and then laughing about it while you're all crammed into the tiny bathroom with your toothbrushes, two to a sink.

i love these girls.