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[Locked to Sam]
Things I've eaten today: Salad. Pretzels. Corn nuts. Lays Dill Pickle Potato Chips (don't mock). A roast beef sandwich.
Number of times I've thrown up: Zero.
Number of, um, shared exes of ours I ran into: One.
Number of times I contemplated hitting him but changed my mind because of the agents surrounding him: Four.
Soreness of my breasts on a scale of one to ten: Five point five.
Today, my dear? Was a pretty good day, all things considered.
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Things I've eaten today: Salad. Pretzels. Corn nuts. Lays Dill Pickle Potato Chips (don't mock). A roast beef sandwich.
Number of times I've thrown up: Zero.
Number of, um, shared exes of ours I ran into: One.
Number of times I contemplated hitting him but changed my mind because of the agents surrounding him: Four.
Soreness of my breasts on a scale of one to ten: Five point five.
Today, my dear? Was a pretty good day, all things considered.
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