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god.damn.fuck.ing.allergies.
I am ready to throw out the black-eyed susans. I am ready to destroy every blossom on my pink and green plant. I am ready to never go outside again. I am even ready to incinerate my feather pillows and my down comforter, which is a concession I never thought I'd see myself make.
Anything, anything to make this shit go away.
I am ready to throw out the black-eyed susans. I am ready to destroy every blossom on my pink and green plant. I am ready to never go outside again. I am even ready to incinerate my feather pillows and my down comforter, which is a concession I never thought I'd see myself make.
Anything, anything to make this shit go away.
