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When I [...] went away, they didn't know what happened to me. I guess since it was so long they just figured I'd died and...I don't know. I figured they made their peace and I didn't want them to have to deal with me readjust all over again.
They're pretty good. But I mean. Taco Bell. Sometimes you need shame burritos. Frankly it won't take much to send me into a coma. I apologize now if I pass out in the shower and you have to rescue me or something.