I wish i had never interacted with pressure ever since i heard about it 2 years ago. I really wish i had never shown it to all my friends and family with such passion.
I feel truly terrible for Ren and what they had to go through. I wish the best for them.
ugh... (i clasp my sweat-drenched forehead as i regain my balance) holy eff, my head... what happened last night?
hey... hey, green buge! what's going on, buddy? how'd you get all the way, uh... up there? (i point at the ceiling very nonchalantly to mask my incredulity at the present situation) ...hello? green buge? you good? (i snap my fingers a few times in an attempt to get xer attention)
green buge, what... happened last night? i remember... the saint patricks day party, at the perch down the road... one of our work buddies broke out some pre-recession sobes, and then it all goes black...
eff it, man— i don't know about you, green buge, but i've been through too many molt cycles to be doing this type of sort of stuff.
(from xhs - id 1364967495)
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