This is the story of how a few 20-somethings live the dream.
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| Bree: | What the hell is that lady doing with an aspiring comedian in Tacoma? Shit son. |
| Jamika: | Right?! But, I mean, look at her wedding ring, and he bought a bottle of wine. This might just be for fun. |
| Bree: | Either that or his dick has a built in vibrator and tastes like Swiss Rolls Cake. |
| Jamika: | You're probably right. |
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| Bree: | Still feeling sick? |
| Jamika: | I'm feeling a lot better. Just some residual snot. |
| Bree: | Cute. |
| Jamika: | Aren't you glad we can share these things with each other? |
| Bree: | it's cool. I ate hummus yesterday and now I have hella gas. You're welcome. |
| Jamika: | Yay. We're friends. |
| Bree: | We're gross friends. We have a good time. |
| Jamika: | :)! |
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| Jamika: | I want magic in my life. |
| Bree: | I do, too. Like, real magic. I'd mostly like to use it teleport places. Or pause time. |
| Jamika: | I would teleport the fuck out of this world. |
| Bree: | And go where? Mars? Pandora? Hang with the blue Avatar cats? |
| Jamika: | Fuck Pandora, Avatar and James Cameron. |
| Bree: | Whew. That'd be a busy night. How about just a handy-j? |
| Jamika: | My hands will never grace James Cameron's over-spending balls. |
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Jamika in response to Bree considering bringing her cat to a comedy club▼
Bree
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Sad, but that’s gonna be the story of my life for the next 32 months. >_< Or 2.5 years, whichever way sounds less depressing. HAHA!
