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Sorry? What? Oh, well, yes, this man is bothering me, but it's nothing I can't handle. No, really, it's fine, don't worry about it. What I was trying to explain to him is that I don't technically have a membership, but the pretty blonde over in the corner - Cassie, that's her name - she said I'm welcome to use her equipment and tag along on any of her classes any time. Thus, not needing a membership. Meaning that it's none of this guy's bloody business what I'm doing here. And yet, he continues talking? Bizarre, isn't it?

And he was like, it's pronounced 'Nah-buh-kov', and listen - he was really fuckin' hot - but my ass was like, "It's pronounced Nah-bow-kov". I just couldn't let that slide, y'know? Anyway, he didn't ask me out again.

These lyrics are starting to sound less Bob Dylan and more My Immortal, the... fanfiction... not the song. The song is a fucking masterpiece.

So she's been locking herself in her room ever since Taylor released You're Losing Me from the vault. Not really locking her door, we have an open door policy. But it's like, the lyrics are so sad and last week she told me she thought boys were icky, so, who hurt her? Anyway... what was your question? Oh, the sugar and stirrers are over there, I think.

oi, amigos! STARTER CALL preguiçoso.

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