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RE: Parting is such sweet sorrow... (or, A November to Remember... to Forget)
My beardless unproductive ennui gives you joy? Truly? I hope your faux-beard grows out super fast one night and strangles you in your sleep. Truly, I do.
That is the dream, isn't it? Truly, the dream. Your inability to grow a beard is what gives me joy, but if you feel happier about me being happy about your unproductive ennui, then I guess I'll change my answer to that. What makes you happy, makes me happy.
We should both grow out our beards and wear matching shirts for the rest of our lives.
Indeed! OR, we could both not grow beards and not wear shirts for the rest of our lives. Either way, it's still a match isn't it? I've already started on the latter, my streak's two days going on three.
It's always a match with us. I'm going to keep my shirt on, though.
And my pants are non-negotiable. They're on. Period.
I thought you were streaking though.
I have been known to be bargained with.
This comment thread is too long. I'd like to just bring us back to the top, to my beardless unproductive ennui.