So today, being Tuesday, was my day to visit my lovely therapist, Flo. We love her. On the drive over, I left my now-customary squeeful message for
liptonrm in regards to whatever SPN moment flipped me out last night. The crux of this message turned out to be: "Now I need to go in there, after 10 days of Winchesters on the brain 24/7 and my family crap all
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