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Bold claim for a coffee.

My coffee knows what it's got.

[...] So are you guys really going all the way there to spy on Thumper's kids

What do you work best with? French press? Light roast? Something deeper?

[...] That's why we're going.
But. Good opportunity to see what's left of it.

Oh I'm a beast with some dark roast. But my sense of smell is also supremely fucked up so maybe that's the only one I can smell these days.

Wonder if they've taken care of Grandmother or whatever. [...] Wonder what's still standing

[...] Why is your sense of smell fucked up?

I want to know. And what Grandmother is. Was. [......] See if some of the rich homes haven't been guillotined. Too.

Farming, firefighting, and also my brother broke my nose when I was like eight and I think it fucked something up in there?? I would not be surprised if there's like an entire Barbie shoe just in my sinuses to this day

Ah. Yeah. Take care of those damn bourgeoisie. [...] I'm not sure exactly what outcome you're hoping for actually so I am projecting a neutral energy.

Permanent Barbie shoe feels like a commentary on something. What I'm not sure.

[...] I'm not either. I don't know if there's a good one.
I'd just rather know. Than not. If I have the opportunity.
But I'm prepared. For there to be no answers.

Something something unrealistic beauty standards and the unseen scars it leaves on our bodies

[...] I totally get that. [...] Like ~~I know my dad~~ ~~I don't know if~~ looking at your ex's instagram just to make sure they're miserable without you.

Profound. For all being up your nose.

Yeah. Only in those they always looked happy.

I'm pretty good at bullshit in another life I would've been a pain in the ass lawyer. And get fewer spontaneous nosebleeds.

Oh they always LOOK happy but the fun is finding all the little ways you fucking ruined them

Huh. Maybe we would've ended up at the same law school. I went to one. For a semester.
What kind of pain in the ass lawyer did you want to be.

Still have something of yours displayed is the best.

Immigration. Seemed like somewhere my pushiness and love of excessive paperwork would be put to the fucking test. [...] You?

Never wear their favorite shirt anymore because you know it still smells like you? Love to see it

Bullshit and paperwork. You'd have made an excellent lawyer.
[...] I was looking at environmental law. The kind where I could just write briefs. Not argue. For trees and things that also couldn't argue.

Worst you ever ruined an ex. Go.

Making a big red firetruck go wee-ooo-wee-ooo turned out to be my true calling instead. It all worked out. Hear tree law is some serious business though. Esp in the PNW.

Got my name tattooed on her after the breakup, tried to catfish my brother, moved across the country and drunk dialed me six times in four years. Now you.

More marketable skill. In the end. Which tree law also wouldn't have been.

Six times in four years is light. I got that in two months. Once. [...] I did have to kill the one. Which probably wins.
But that's not a fun story.

You'd know which trees had the deepest pockets though. Who's got connections with maple trees and who's working with Big Apple.

Okay that's pretty fucking ruined. Didn't have to deal with the booty calls or the new girlfriend who looks exactly like you or the weird accidental 3 AM like on a picture from like three years ago at least

I'll never know what's tangled in their roots.

Planning for the future. But now you remind me. God. I was really lucky no one ever tried to date Beau after me.

I genuinely forgot that there's actually a person who looks like you out there lmao. Ugh and dudes are so creepy about twins.

Lesbians are insane, but in, like, a hot way.

Should've made the switch earlier. Sounds a lot more fun than predictable insanity. I won’t bore you with creep horror stories. But you’re right.

Also. You forgot about my sister? Who you see every day at responder training?
Did your nose break float bone fragments to your brain, or.

Also if you like a girl's style you can go home with her, steal shit from her closet and then ghost her. This was actually the first thing they taught me at the Lesbian Academy.

Look. You guys just don't necessarily look that much alike to me.

Good tip.
Difficult to ghost anyone. These days though. Without being actually a ghost.

Interesting.

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