You understand the chaos in my head...
...only you understand every word I say...
Work is icky and made me sick. I hate retail and all the germs I get exposed to there. People suck.
...And I want a plum, because every time I got sick when I was with Chuck (and even a little while before we started dating,) he would bring me one. This also ends up with me missing him a bit. Balls.
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