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when I show him to you, your forehead is enveloped in creases — “he has to go, he probably carries diseases.” “But don't you like this guy?” “I mean, he seems kind of useless, and how will you feed him, he looks kind of toothless.” (this is when I knew not to associate with you, 'cus you were absolutely goddamnfuckingclueless.) “Really…?” I **** to which you only nod. I shrug: “Well, to me, he’s a little green God.”
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
Gordon
when I show him to you, your forehead is enveloped in creases — “he has to go, he probably carries diseases.” “But don't you like this guy?” “I mean, he seems kind of useless, and how will you feed him, he looks kind of toothless.” (this is when I knew not to associate with you, 'cus you were absolutely goddamnfuckingclueless.) “Really…?” I **** to which you only nod. I shrug: “Well, to me, he’s a little green God.”
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
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