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Only 3 hours into my birthday week. The good week that I'm supposed to be spending happily. Shit is happening.
My number of (known) scratches (from the cats) increased from 8 to 10, & I'm supposed to be understanding when like the fucking ruler of the world. What the eff?
My number of (known) scratches (from the cats) increased from 8 to 10, & I'm supposed to be understanding when like the fucking ruler of the world. What the eff?