But...but, why would you do that to me? Why on earth would you not at all take into consideration that I love you?
I mean, God, this is so typical of you. You get me all hyped up and shmoopy and then you just drop me! Like a hot potato!
Well, fine! I don't need you. I don't need anyone. Go on, go to Iowa and see if I care.
Smell you later, bitches.
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I am experiencing a mix pity ("Awwww") and pride ("You tell'm honey!") for Pump.
--Joy
Don't. By now she's had at least three helpings of Trixie's food.
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