...85...TODAY
Today will be the first day that I die.
Tomorrow-the second.
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Who the bleeding fuck makes a phone call at 5:30 in the morning?
Who the hell answers the phone and proceeds to talk, loudly, on said phone for an hour before leaving the room?
WHAT POSSESSES THE PEOPLE LIBBY KNOWS TO CALL HER AT THESE UNGODLY HOURS?! WHAT POSSESSES HER TO MAKE SAID CALLS, TOO?!?
Let it be known that if you ever, ever, call me between the hours of midnight and 7AM, I will not pick up. Then, when I call you back later in the day, you better be ready to die if you weren't already in the process of when you called me.
Tomorrow-the second.
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Who the bleeding fuck makes a phone call at 5:30 in the morning?
Who the hell answers the phone and proceeds to talk, loudly, on said phone for an hour before leaving the room?
WHAT POSSESSES THE PEOPLE LIBBY KNOWS TO CALL HER AT THESE UNGODLY HOURS?! WHAT POSSESSES HER TO MAKE SAID CALLS, TOO?!?
Let it be known that if you ever, ever, call me between the hours of midnight and 7AM, I will not pick up. Then, when I call you back later in the day, you better be ready to die if you weren't already in the process of when you called me.