You know, it's easy to get caught up in life's little worries. Taxes. Work. Family obligations. Where you put the murder weapon because if they find it your defense is shot to hell and you'll be spending the rest of your life perfecting counter gang-rape techniques. But I think I'm going to take the advice of this shop sign, and just enjoy my socks. I like my socks.
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Between the squid and the Nintendo-mini, I may have to kill you. You have your task, should you choose to accept it: to mollify this person before she decides it's time to take her ire out on the skin of your brother. How might you do that, I wonder? Think fast, your brother's life is in my hands.
BTW, you gained another reader. Hi!
Heya Lapis! Nice to finally meet ya! I think you bring readership of this trainwreck up to 5 (not including blood relatives). Glad to hear the package arrived safely. I apologize if the squid or GBM are creating any domestic tension. By way of mollification, I make a standing offer to send you anything you may crave from Japan. Also, dried squid tentacles work well for tickling the nostrils of people engrossed in computer games when you want to get their attention.
Peace! Say hi to da sib for me!
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