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“By the stars. Do you think it's possessed? Like how Fischer was kind of possessed by me? Maybe my cock is possessed by Fischer's cock spirit? Oh please, I can't take any more of this sorcery!”
“I better rub it with a smudge stick later, just to be sure. And maybe burn some sage just in case it's an evil spirit. You never know these days,” he said seriously,
“The cut of his jib? What are we? In the nineteenth century?”
That was the funny thing about depression. Despite knowing what you can do to cope and make things better for yourself, some days you just can't find the energy or the drive to do shit about it.
