I am crabbypants. Like, the second I got home, grabbed a wine cooler crabbypants. Work's been annoying. I wanna write SO BAD. I need to make my moot post, which I started last night in a doc
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*Zeke looks to the big, burly, hairy guy sitting in the corner with a drooly-smirk* "Depends on how many cigs he'd sell us in the joint TO get a front-row seat."
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*thinks*
"Oh fuck. How old are you, anyway...?"
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Please. Please finish this.
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:D
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