You still got us. We may not know what to say, or what to do, or even be able to say or do anything for that matter. But, we're still here, and we still love you. If you need someone to hand you things to throw, or to hand you tissues to whipe all that gross snot off your face, I'm like, 10 feet away and my door is always open. I love you, even if you do have a face-of-mythicly-ugly-proportions.
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