so i'm trapped in my office. no, seriously. because if i try to go to my car, in order to get the stack of crap i need RIGHT NOW, i will be squashed by a rush of bodies, heavy with the heady scent of life in its rawest form, like a tiny little allison-shaped bug onto the large glass door that opens onto the lovely southern porch of our house-like
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Seriously, though. Call me sometime. Or I'll stalk you.
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