That smell. I can't
stand it, no matter how much I want to forget about it, and this mess-
...
...
A bouquet of cookies. How
touching.
You can take your "get well" card and
blow me,
you bastard. God, you're fucking
patheticAnd now that I'm not walking around with a body part impaled yet again -- by the way, thank you, Hanatarou. I'm sure you'
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