I thought I'd try this: one question and a barrage of answers, musings, 'what-we-call-it's whenever I'm not feeling exactly the most productive of persons. In fact, I'd like some cookies.
Fingers and knives. Your life is like yelling through the asylum bars, telling the nurses you're actually sane so you weren't supposed to be here. You plead, beg,
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