I went to a party on Saturday.
A girl with a baby and a long face spoke to me.
I don't remember leaving.
But I'm home now, so I guess I managed.
I'm sick as fuck today.
Have they invented the Echinacea Cinnamon Bun yet?
If so, could someone send me a basket?
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