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I’m happy but I really don’t feel like getting hurt any more than I already have.
Honestly I don’t know what to do.
Or think.
Would it be weird if I told one of my friends that I want to marry her twin brother even though they look exactly the same?
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| Me: | Dad, we're out of peanut butter, grapes, and tortilla chips. |
| Dad: | Tortilla chips? |
| Me: | Yeah tortilla chips. |
| Dad: | ... Like? |
| Me: | Like a bag of tortilla chips. |
| Dad: | Meaning? |
| Me: | TORTILLA CHIPS |
| Dad: | So like dorittos? |
| Me: | No. Dad. TOR-TIA-CHIPS. FOR SALSA. TORTILLA CHIPS |
| Dad: | oh okay I think I know what you're talking about |
| Me: | *sigh* |
