#jonathanbyeresedit

the trifecta :)

Dear Chief Hopper (hi, Dad – from Jonathan), we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in holding at the station for whatever it was we did wrong; what we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.

but anyways 🤪

I’m perfectly able to hold my own hand, but I still can’t kiss my own neck

I feel... I'm glad we feel the same way.

So, uh... Goodnight, I guess? Yeah, um, goodnight.

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