Austin and I got a bottle of apple and ginger pop. The ginger flavor
was overwhelming and I really didn’t like it. Austin didn’t care
for it either. So the last sip of pop,
Me: I’m going to drink the last of this. Unless you want it.
Austin: I would never stand between you and happiness.
Me: Yeah you would. You do it all the time.
Austin: That’s the law. The police would throw you in jail if you go out and kill every person you wanted to.
Me: I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about going to London and stalking Emun Elliott.
And now I feel that I owe you a picture . . .
Me: I’m going to drink the last of this. Unless you want it.
Austin: I would never stand between you and happiness.
Me: Yeah you would. You do it all the time.
Austin: That’s the law. The police would throw you in jail if you go out and kill every person you wanted to.
Me: I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about going to London and stalking Emun Elliott.
And now I feel that I owe you a picture . . .
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