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Breyer is my BFF

by @ruth-forberg

So what if it's an ice cream fetish? I'll relish in knowing I'm less fucked up than you. I'm sad in an "Atkins diet is healthy" kinda way. I'm so done that you need to quick! take me out of the oven and carve me up for your family! "Sorry, I think it's a little dry this year." "Oh, no! Not at all! Did you find this glaze online?" I can't stand being alone, which is normal. If God is the DJ, he's not playing enough practical jokes.
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