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Seeing as I cannot find all the ingredients necessary for a pepperup potion...

Anyone have any remedy for a cold? I feel like death.

I guess the good news is, I don't have to squint to see my phone anymore. Bad news, I'm still here.

Who wants to go shoot something?

I was thinking of starting a security system installation business. I mean, Storybrooke isn't exactly crime central but it never hurts to be safe. I guess I'm finally accepting that I am not going to be coming home anytime soon and can't wait for Oliver to show up and need something researched.

How did the text on this thing get so small? I mean really, who the hell would make something that impossible to read.

Okay, fine. I get it. I'm really stuck here.

So, who does a girl have to kill screw ask to get a job around here?

Harold.

Harold.

Smalltown, USA. Are you serious. Look, I get it, you're upset. But taking it out on me by paying a bunch of actors to pretend like this is some place out of a fairy tale gone wrong is pretty sad. Why don't you just have some tea and hack the Pentagon.

At least you could've left Bear with me.

This is bullshit and you know it, Harold.