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G: I want pie

F: What kind of pie

G: Pumpkin pie motherfucker

F: Ok then

R: I will get you the pie I guess _

G: Thank you

R: You're welcome

G: Mikey are you there

M: Yeah but I'm really fucking tired and you guys keep blowing my phone up with your bullshit about pumpkin motherfucking pie

G: Well damn sorry

M: Its ok (not really) *sighs in despair*

F: You just had to narrate yourself

M: Yep

R: Well goodnight

M: Goodnight finally

F: Goodnight

G: But what about my fucking pumpkin pie??!?!

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*I honestly don't know why I wrote this chapter but nothing else came to mind. I'm trying to keep myself alive (up) but its not working cause my friends phone died so I'm trying to stay up so I can talk to her which will be around 1:00 so I hope I can stay up that long. Wish me luck ^ _^

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