"Scott, are you going to the pops concert?"
"Do you have my hat?"
"Sit down! You can't go anywhere yet!"
"Scott, come to the carnival!"
"Can you make the internet work?"
"Do you know where Toph's hat is?"
Those are just a few of the many things I was asked today. I think I've finally found out what stress is. That, plus the play sucked thanks to
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