j: i hate my friends. is that weird?
c: no. we all hate our friends.
m: men like their friends.
c: who's talking about men? all women hate their friends.
lol, but le sigh, eh?
rockefeller claimed to have begun his fortune as a small boy, when he nightly hoarded the pennies in his pockets. then there's that concept of fluttering butterfly wings starting a tsunami thousands of miles away...
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