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So...
Just thought I'd share this with you all... Who are actually few. But whatev:
I'm convinced Melissa Wood is dead. I'm trying to search for her obituary. I can't find it. I feel disappointed that I can't find an obituary of someone who might not even be dead. I think I wish she was dead so I could find it. And that would solve all these weird questions.
Like... Who is Melissa? And why are all the men in her family so paranoid and gay (literally)? And how come her cats have been replaced by dogs? And how come about 70 people were at her small house dressed in all black? Why were all the license plates from her home town in Dakota? And what is wrong with her brother? And how come I never see the cars gone? And why don't I know any of this?
Well, I know the last one. I'm the just the neighbor. I babysat her cats. The end. So I should not know? Nooo... I should know. I still have their house key. I think I will return it, and question one of the boys. Who must be gay. Because, girls practiacally strip for them, and they don't care. Maybe they're just egotistical? Or paranoid. Well, they are definitly paranoid.
I'm paranoid. I'm afraid to sleep. I need to know where Melissa is. I'm spazzing. If you could see me, you would say "Whoa, she's spazzing."
Yeah.
Spazz.
Just thought I'd share this with you all... Who are actually few. But whatev:
I'm convinced Melissa Wood is dead. I'm trying to search for her obituary. I can't find it. I feel disappointed that I can't find an obituary of someone who might not even be dead. I think I wish she was dead so I could find it. And that would solve all these weird questions.
Like... Who is Melissa? And why are all the men in her family so paranoid and gay (literally)? And how come her cats have been replaced by dogs? And how come about 70 people were at her small house dressed in all black? Why were all the license plates from her home town in Dakota? And what is wrong with her brother? And how come I never see the cars gone? And why don't I know any of this?
Well, I know the last one. I'm the just the neighbor. I babysat her cats. The end. So I should not know? Nooo... I should know. I still have their house key. I think I will return it, and question one of the boys. Who must be gay. Because, girls practiacally strip for them, and they don't care. Maybe they're just egotistical? Or paranoid. Well, they are definitly paranoid.
I'm paranoid. I'm afraid to sleep. I need to know where Melissa is. I'm spazzing. If you could see me, you would say "Whoa, she's spazzing."
Yeah.
Spazz.