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The moral of the last few days is that everything I knew about my childhood before the age of about 8 was actually more fucked up than I realized, and it really is a miracle I made it out.
It's also a miracle I never cleaned out a fast food joint with an AK-47. Bunch of freaking crazies.

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Dear Seattle,

Thank you for providing a whole city full of cute boys for my daily viewing pleasure.

heart,
me