Remember why you were in the front seat? Yup, its cuz you crashed, and we always let the broken person sit shot gun. You hurt your finger, so I ate a popsicle for you so that we could make a splint.
I'm an epicure, in case you're into enneagrams. I couldn't live without an hour of sunshine each day, I'm afraid of the cotton that is shoved into the tops of vitamin bottles, nails on a chalk board don't bother me though. I love the ocean, but I get sea sick on a boogie board.
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