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→ Close enough. → I still posit that your brain is frozen.
→ We're all just a bunch of artists living in a flop house. Man. Dude. GUY. ;D
→ He already did. And I had to drop him. Literally. → He was coming after me and he tripped. And then I caught him. And then I dropped him. → I still laugh when I think about it. He just went bam, right through the construct.
→ I sold a few things, but it was for school. → And that's not steady income. That's just enough for a shoe addiction.