I once had another pharmacist say to me that I looked younger every time he saw me - so I jokingly said it was because of that portrait in my attic but he just looked blank. Never read the book or saw the movie? said I. Blank. By Oscar Wilde? Still blank. Sigh.
man, my house ended up in a tornado, and now im in this weird place with a bunch of little people celebrating a woman's death... just one of those days
Attics are unpredictable. I once found a wardrobe in an attic and ended up fighting in a war and living like 20 years in a weird place full of talking animals and lion Jesus. Then I got back out of the wardrobe and, like, no time had passed. Mondays, right?
Dude tell me about it I keep going through my looking glass (some people call it a mirror 🤔 ) into a fantastical world on the other side - these times we live in be wild
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*Slurps coffee*
This is fine