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I had a boyfriend named Nick once.
He loved iguanas and rap music. He also loved Maggie Klausner’s vagina. I hate the name Nick.
Just what I need, plants that could probably survive an apocalypse while I’m still trying to remember if I watered myself today.
While I’d love to play with the adrenaline rush, I don’t want to play with PTSD.
