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Just my luck to get an angel that was about two millennia late for an anger management meeting.
What the fuck had I been thinking? I didn’t know Old Me, but I wanted to fuck him up good. Old Me, meet New Me outside at three o’clock. I’m gonna kick your ass…which is also my ass. It’s probably going to be hella confusing, but let’s do it anyway.
Still, a clotheshorse was a clotheshorse, and when he started prancing and whinnying about his clothing, you just went with it.
Did the dealerships give you a discount when your super-secret kill squad got matching black SUVs?
