peaches and cream?

Seems a flurry of activity makes me homecoming king here when I get literary and outside of my self. I risk wrecking the whole thing reintroducing something decidedly less fictional.

I finished my taxes the day they were due, I got photoshop installed at least for this month and outside of the couple of days of free time I'll be suffering for my brand new pneumonia everything is just, well, pickles and ice cream.

Yes, I'm still smoking-but I'm religious with the fine antibiotics and the puffer.

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