The thing about me is, if you give me cause I will worry. And worry. And worry. And then I will text you. And call you. And text and call. And if you don't text or call back, I will worry more. So you should call me back. And possibly come over and comfort me in my hour of need. Because all this worrying is hard on me.
Fester, fester, fester. Rot, rot, rot.
Fester, fester, fester. Rot, rot, rot.
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