So, -I- had a heart attack this morning.
Look--ma'am---I'm not an intruder, this is, uh...curse. Thing. I've been TRYING to get this damn thing off, but it's not happening.
But, uh--I'm sorry for any inconvenience. And my boxers.
Luce, don't worry if I'm kinda missing.
I'm kinda handcuffed to someone. I'll check in later, are you--cursed? Or what?
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