I don't understand why these things happen to me.
If you really want to, there's a convention thing, ESPers, time travelers, blah, blah, blah, look, just find the bunny-suit girl and ask her.
If she tells you I'm her bartender or a member of her cult or both, don't believe her.
Party. Right. Party. I don't want to be back here? Why are we
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