My friends already know i am flawed. But sometimes, i wonder if they really know, HOW flawed. What degree on the flawinheight scale am i at? We were stopped at a stop light. at, oh a pretty big intersection. And as the light turns green, i SCREAM. a blood curdling, type of 'the boogy man- and -the- cookie- monster -both-are -about- to- EAT US',
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