Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Angine de Poitrine.

Oranges.

Beeep.

Heroic convenience store turns to blasts of high-pitched noise in an effort to prevent anyone from ever having to suffer homelessness again. I’m not exactly certain how that’s supposed to work, but—wait a minute—I’m receiving word that this is not the desired effect—

  Textile help

Weizenbaum.

Enterprise.

D'Angelo.

Lena Baker.

Gilded Age.

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  • [ insert some sort of multiple face-palm gif, or maybe the one with Nathan Fillion, and his hands ]
  • What a week, huh?
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