I have no idea why I'm here. Like, literally no idea. Other than the fact that Sarah came and asked me, and...well...I don't have amny people that I like in the world. I don't...get close to many people. So she asks me. And I go. With my double-barrel.
And I'm pretty sure that I'm actually going to die here. Fuck.
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And I'm pretty sure that I'm actually going to die here.
Fuck.