#(919)

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Maxwell: I'm so hungover I can't taste anything

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Lovelace: I'm cuddly bitch.

Lovelace: Deal with it.

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Kepler: At what point did i decide poptarts, nyquil, and whiskey was a good idea?

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[Image Description: A medium shot of Simmons. There is text that reads (919): At what point did i decide poptarts, nyquil, and whiskey was a good idea?]

[textsfromtheusshephaestus]

Hui: I'm so hungover I can't taste anything

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[Image Description: A medium shot of South. There is text that reads (919): I'm so hungover I can't taste anything]

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Maxwell: I'm in the fetal position trying to figure out a way to get someone to deliver me pancakes.