texts: Move it. We got exactly five minutes left. </s> <s> It's just...now that I'm leaving, I feel like there's lots of things I haven't said. Who's gonna look out for you? Are you gonna be okay when I'm gone? </s> <s> Oh, don't you worry. I'll be fine.
labels: You've been a hell of a figment, pal. I sure wish I could take you home with me.