The telephone is ringing. I'm watching videos of a perfect family.
Everything happens for no reason.
Why are you allergic to Fitz G? Why do you have a gun?
Why do I want to break up with you? That question at least, I can answer. I'm sick of being hoodwinked.
A friend of mine told me that Mr. Rhode Island is taking her out. I mean seriously, did Paris mean nothing? Clearly. Clearly.
At his apartment the other night, he explained every piece of furniture. It is dog friendly. So there is always that.
All I can say to that bitch is: Bring it.
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