The car alarm... chirp chirp, went off, and you still have no car.
It must be a nice day out, somewhere, perhaps in San Diego?
It's gray where you are, though.
Rain, rain, rain.
You unlace and lace your shoes again. They're gray as well. You went out to search for new shoes yesterday, but there were none to be found. You didn't count how many you tried on...
You decide to put on your buzz rickston jacket and chisel.
Chisel my fizzle.
What will you dieu when you're not in love with everyone?
You stare at a shortcut key whose function you no longer remember. And now you stare at a painting on the wall. Your former self created it.
"Boys seem to like this one," you say, promising to bake a cookie.
"Well, there's dragons, and it's blue," he graciously sips on you.
"So, I protested against malakia-making today."
"Did you," he used his speculative tone.
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