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I burned your sandwich today. Just like your mom used to. Except she was just bad at making sandwiches. I wanted to ruin your day. The phone bill, rigidly $99.95 a month Has overage fees on it. You’re making a lot of private calls For your public service job. I think someone’s been siphoning gas While we sleep Because I certainly didn’t use that much, Honey. I’m onto you. But I’m not bitter Not at all. Sorry about the sandwich. Have a nice day with her.
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Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 2:34 AM UTC
Tillamook Burn
I burned your sandwich today. Just like your mom used to. Except she was just bad at making sandwiches. I wanted to ruin your day. The phone bill, rigidly $99.95 a month Has overage fees on it. You’re making a lot of private calls For your public service job. I think someone’s been siphoning gas While we sleep Because I certainly didn’t use that much, Honey. I’m onto you. But I’m not bitter Not at all. Sorry about the sandwich. Have a nice day with her.
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Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 2:34 AM UTC
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