Simon, did you get those new blends in today? I'd really hate to run out this week.

I changed my mind. No party, no dinner, no presents. Tomorrow, I am going to go home and go straight to bed.

And my dog better not be fucking blue when I do, Klutch.

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Simon, I realize that you don't have anything better to do with your time, but my voicemail would appreciate it if you kept your limit down to five messages in a row.

And please never tell me to "die in a fire" ever again. Colloquialisms don't suit you.

Little over a month until the 15th.

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I don't think I'm going to make it. Go on without me.

I think

I'm considering

Maybe

I might take a

I need a vacation.

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Why is my dog covered in PAINT.

Logan and I will be having our weekly yoga session in Washington Square Park tomorrow morning. Anyone and everyone is welcome to come join us, as long as they don't mind getting up before sunrise. We'll meet up at the fountain in the middle and we'll probably have breakfast afterwards. Wheatgrass smoothies sound about right, Logan?

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