Dad's high school friends are coming over.
I scrub peanut butter jelly puke off the inside of my toilet to prepare for telescope eyes, take diet pills off the bathroom counter, and decide to fast until then so I can be a pretty little daughter with a flat tummy, in a nice dress when they come.
Appearances must be kept.
i won't let you say goodbye, and i'll be your reason why.
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