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[thebackground00]

I just tried to heat up a cookie and it tasted like fried plastic; it was so inconcievably bad that I had to spit it from my mouth into the trash can. I wrote YEAH! on the marker board of our door, I'm not sure why. Tim is in Boston and Bill is home this weekend, it's strange not seeing anybody in the room or on my trips down the hall.

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[bucklemy_shoe]

my dad wrote "remember to turn off the heat, erin" on the little chalkboard thing in our kitchen, and I wrote "CHYEAH!" on it. I don't think he's noticed yet.