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Apr 1 10 10:36 AM

Dad saw him last Friday and said he was excellent. Personally I can't stand all that fusion bullshit he does, but I'm not the one seeing him.

And then something goes off in my brain, and sends an impulse to my jaw, and BAM, a thousand pounds of pressure locked in like a press. I mean, a head your size would burst like an infected kidney, and all I'd remember was how warm the juices were that lapped the back of my uvula on their trip down to stomach-land. But we're friends, right? We know each other. We know what we do, and who we talk to, and what we say to them. Now let's talk about the letter that Liquor got.