You got a freeeee piiiizzaa out of it. You should have moved into our spare room. You could wake up with the cat on your face. Then you would die and my dogs would eat you. Good times.
So sorry, Stefan, to hear all of this. :( If you ever want to chat, lemme know. I know the shock you're feeling pretty well, and oddly enough I still have the letter I was handed (somewhere). I always thought you were a pretty great guy. Sometimes it just doesn't work out, and it's nobody's fault. Better to leave it at that.
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Yeah. But think of the mess.
Not to mention the smell.
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I never know what to say.
Thank you for being there when you were.
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I knew there was a reason I felt compelled to call you today. Weird.
I am so mother fucking sorry, hon. I will talk to you ASAP, okay?
UGH!!
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I sure hope life looks up for you soon.
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