Last night I dreamed I that pried out your heart with a hole puncher. You bled special sauce. you cried out but no one ever came to save you.
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And as you cried out, I held up your heart and it was a hamburger with a heartbeat, pulsing in my hand. I supersized it and had it with fries. Nummy-nummy.
I hope we have come to some sort of understanding today.
