No More Cheese before Bed


Secondly: I dreamt that for some logical reason, my Mom had to cut off my arm. (Mom, you were really nice about it.) And there was no blood or pain or anything because on the inside I was like a rag doll, and I was really worried about whether or not I should invest in a false hand so I could type, and all my brothers told me to quit complaining about it.

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