I woke up this morning with a very confused feeling. I layed there, trying to recall my dream.
As far as I can remember, my stalker came back from Africa. Why he was in Africa, I don't quite know. But he came back, and he was trying to get a hold of me. I really wasn't worried about it. So anyways I walk into my living room, and he's there. I'm still oddly calm about the whole situation. Then, all of a sudden, Colin Firth drops literally from the ceiling, and beats the hell out of him. And then we made out.
Now that's what I'm talkin' about!
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