Randy's been taking advantage of you. You could've done great things. Provided a needy child with strength to grow, warmed the aching stomach of the penniless. And what have I done with you? Within the churning and impassioned confines of my stomach walls I've introduced you to your nefarious cousin, Coffee. It's influence as dark morally as it's own bean, you've been strong-armed into a ugly, runny state of unfriendliness. In minutes your new, atrocious gasses are warning signs that me, and any schedule I plan on keeping will need to accommodate to whatever you mercilessly conspire.
I can feel your angst. It burns. As I brainstorm excuses for my tardiness at the workplace, I'm wiping, wondering what could have been. I promise this weekend we can spend some time together. We can get to know each other, and when it comes time to say goodbye, you can more neatly pack your things and I'll drop you off at the pool.
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