Okay, so, the mail man just stopped by, at 3 20. Dude, that was so not cool, you're a half an hour late. And treats for advisory will have to wait a few days, because sick me + crabby parents + crabby me = no shopping for food. I didn't forget, there was some rather...uh...obsticle good excuses something my brain isn't working, in the way of
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