My house is going to suffocate me. It reeks of leeks (oh hell yes, a rhyme) and garlic. My mommy is making a horrific smelling soup. And the house still smells of lasts night's fish/shrimp/scallop fry. Ugh. Where's my effing Albuterol when I effing need it. Life's too complicated... except in all actuality... It's sooooooo damn simple it's
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