That little guy can’t deal. Like literally.
OMG. There is a chill in the air. I feel it where things should not be felt.
All I need is a fucking break and some light. And a seat that’s not made of cinderblocks.
Blah blah blah. Keep talking.
Literally can’t. The social battery has run out.
No. Just no. Also, stop talking.
Five minutes. I just want five minutes to read my guide on how to tighten my corset.
I just…literally can’t. I can’t even. Not for one more minute.
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