“math isn’t in our policy”

runs on bread

sounds like a bloody disappointment

myspace just rolled over in its grave

“back in my day, eggs were free”

fur-gotten ankles

eau de cozy blanket

claws and applause

stainfluencer

pandas gone loco

queen of time

certified ladies’ man

the lights are on, no one’s home

passion? gravy. hobby? gravy.

time’s up, literally

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