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It's an extreme worry.
I'm wringing my hands over it right now. I feel...I feel as if I'm becoming UNGLUED...UNHINGED like the hemispheres of my brain are playing tug o' war...Good Lord ABBA! FATHER! this is horrible...
the walls are closing in...it's hard to...breathe
but if Tokolosh can make the front of the Wheaties box all with be right again...what an inspiration! Tokolosh, I sent 5 box tops in last Friday to help you. I can't believe these idiots over at General Mills are hemming & hawing about putting you on the box. It makes me so ang...R..oop, there I go again...FUCKIN STRESS...I've gotta get a handle on it..."Absoluuuutely FRIGHTful"
the horror the horror
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