Dear Chicago,
STOP STEALING ALL MY FRIENDS AWAY, DAMN YOU.
OK, sorry. So fine. You can steal them away but only because I know they will be happy in you. But you better treat them nice. OR ELSE I'M COMING TO BEAT YOU UP. For real.
Also, can you re-adjust yourself so you're closer to Philadelphia? Just a smidge? Please? Just asking. Think about it, kay? Cool.
Be nice to my friends,
EightK
STOP STEALING ALL MY FRIENDS AWAY, DAMN YOU.
OK, sorry. So fine. You can steal them away but only because I know they will be happy in you. But you better treat them nice. OR ELSE I'M COMING TO BEAT YOU UP. For real.
Also, can you re-adjust yourself so you're closer to Philadelphia? Just a smidge? Please? Just asking. Think about it, kay? Cool.
Be nice to my friends,
EightK
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2 Comments:
Oh no! Is it me? Am I moving to Chicago and no one told me?
Maybe you should just give in and come along!
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