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| June 27, 1966 |
Oof. This is not a good look for you, Quincy. Or anyone. Just cuz she's not hanging on you and is just sitting there doing a cat's cradle...? doesn't mean she's losing interest in you. Can't we just be in the same room and enjoy the silence together?
You're greeting me at the door and immediately throwing this at me? At least let me get my pants off, Gladys.
