What were you thinking? Maine? Hello? After Belgium? You must be insane. Obviously we would do something for entertainment in MAINE. Fucking Maine. After goats and bakeries and British stores and circles and fights and Stella and Peach beer and ducks and ghosts and adventures and parks and BAS and every fucking thing that happened cause everything is way cooler than here. You ass holes. How Dare you. Fuck you. Did you want depressed kids? Cause that's what you got, you psychopaths. FUCK YOU! But I can't help loving every bit of your fucked up messed up insane lives.
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