I conform to non-conformity. I am myself because everyone else is taken. I am a paradox wrapped in an oxymoron smothered in contradictions in terms. I am who I am and say what I feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
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Oh! Sorry! I did forget to return your head-shaped butternut squash to you after I was done with it. Silly day.
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