buttermilk and chocolate silk
the dry cleaners charged me for that. Two more days.
more. less. this week is a zest. truly it is.
the plans aren't plans. they are sweets. they are goodies. bitter goodies with no heaves or turns. sweets and beats the crap out of my time.. alone. ouch. it still continues to gurgle. it dfsdjfsdnfkjsdnf.]
back to normal, begins now.
*Reprocessing*
G: Good day.
L: Have a nice one.
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