Let me run let me run let me run oh God please let me run…
*frozen in panic*
The dime split. We’re in luck.
I won’t hold it against you but just remember…
We signed a tryst. On your memory, in the files.
It’s somewhere in there.
We are one, now, in our group.
Let fell the ironic tree and fire up the grill for some roasted veggies.
No one wants to know. No one wants to know what it’s about.