I don't know, Annie. [...] I'm just going to be real with you, I think if you folded blankets on the couch that would turn me into Rodion Raskolnikov. Not the murder part but the consumed by guilt fever part. I'm not saying this is normal, just that it is what it is. I guess I can work on this too, but. Just being honest.
Also, there's genuinely nothing in here that you'd want to see. Or even to see. It's empty. You're not missing out on Jack's Fabulous Brain Secrets. There's a little moth in here circling a flickering lightbulb. And maybe the bones of the last, non-fascistic Minion.
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I don't know, Annie. [...] I'm just going to be real with you, I think if you folded blankets on the couch that would turn me into Rodion Raskolnikov. Not the murder part but the consumed by guilt fever part. I'm not saying this is normal, just that it is what it is. I guess I can work on this too, but. Just being honest.
Also, there's genuinely nothing in here that you'd want to see. Or even to see. It's empty. You're not missing out on Jack's Fabulous Brain Secrets. There's a little moth in here circling a flickering lightbulb. And maybe the bones of the last, non-fascistic Minion.