Journaling reads: Mom... Yes, Hunter My accordions are tired. Your accordions? Yes, Mom, my accordions are tired. what are your accordions? Sigh, you know... I do? MOM! You know what I'm talking about. What you see out of. Oh, you mean corneas. Mom. They're not corneas. They are accordions.
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