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i have food, but i have to cook it.
NO WAY.
or triscuits, wheat thins, or granola bars.
jesus christ.
i guess more wine for me.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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