The Sage has Daddy Issues.
Fucking shit fuck who the hell does he think he is? God damn backwards asshole, never getting off his sorry old ass and refusing to budge from something that-- Stupid town closing down early on a Sunday. God damn three hours now in Publix with out a thing to fucking do and the Waffle House has Jonathan's mother their waitr-
-essing. Can't eat any more sugar cookies.
[Here she realizes the broken ward.]
Love Publix, love it! I bought an early ticket home, I have a 12:15 a.m. flight out.
Anybody want something from below the Mason Dixon line before I catch my flight? I have your vittles, Leslie.
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Does anybody feel like picking me up from the airport?