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Hey it’s the weird lady who hates coconut milk
I feel personally attacked. Are you me? What’s even going on?
In the shower is where I politely turn down women imaginarily hitting on me, on the grounds that I’m married irl.
Goddamnit…why do my arguments never go as planned.
Only the shampoo bottles understand me.
Me, the next shower, when I lost one IRL.
They applaud my originality, where I had time between then and now to think of a comeback.
