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Amber's American-ness made me laugh.





I don't even know what to ship DX



[EDIT]
FUCKING A! Fucking Panera, those fuckers! My mother calls me from Panera to inform me that they only have half of the panini I have been craving since like birth. So, quite understandably, I flipped a bit of a shit. Calmly, I asked where the other half had gotten off to. And she suggested that maybe someone had gotten half a sandwich and soup. I DON'T GET HALF OF THEIR FUCKING SOUP, WHY DO THEY GET HALF OF MY FUCKING PANINI?! WHAT KIND OF JUSTICE IS THIS?! AND WHAT THE SHIT, DID THEY RUN OUT OF TOMATOES OR SOMETHING, CAN THEY JUST NOT MAKE MORE?! /sobs

Oh, oh! And my fucking glasses are still not ready. Reading fic is painful. WTH.

Only QMi will make this better D:

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