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I feel like I know you. The surveillance software used to monitor your workflow has been telling me what a great person you are.

I was craning to see if you laughed at the Minions meme I sent and saw my contact name was just my number with "Maybe: Neil" under it.

You know what they say: you can’t live in the past, when all of my achievements paled in comparison to yours.

Dad may not get a little sun. Dad may not “air dry.” Dad may not play his belly like a bongo.

Having many strangers come to my home was a poorly thought-out concept, and adding alcohol to the mix surely would have created hellfire.

I only have dry toast. Hope you like millet bread. I’ll just cut the mold off, and we’ll be good to go.

Stakes are high, and friendships will be severed. But as Paul’s prominent bicep tattoo says, “All’s Fair in Love and Pub Trivia.”

What was the number of the locker where I left you anonymous notes saying you’d be pretty if you washed your face?

You only made $200 this week, yet you STILL let your friends drag you here?

If you were one character from Lord of the Rings, who would you be? I’d be Gandalf because, like he says, “a wizard is never late,” lol.

A hammock. Hanna, you know a hammock is a death trap because you laughed hysterically when I fell out of one in 7th grade at Trevor’s birthday party.

I am so tired. So worn down. I don't want to fight this anymore. Please. Send me a bottle of Lavender Serenity, because it's time to give in.