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I ate a cookie today that made my panties melt. Oh, and: SHUT. UP. Thanks. I also ate a sandwich that left my hands covered in the most delicious grease. I refused napkins. The cookie was butter-greasy, too. It was all so slick and slippery-good and the sun is out and I just wanted to tell you that I love you and life is not that bad sometimes. This is the part where I fight the urge to write: go fuck your mother.