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fucking whack job, Fleck. Uh-uh. Five minutes. How you holding up? Is everything okay? Did you... did you lie to me? Sure. I mean, everybody lies a little. And you're not from the same neighborhood as me. And your dad's a doctor. You're...

the whack weather, the breakfast you skipped this morning, how your granddaughter who once attended my uni ressembles me or how my corduroy pants and fur coat bring you back to your style in the 80s lmao (that grandma was cute man) I had...

runs off to France where two years later, in 2017, he decides that for his next masterpiece he’d set fire to the Bank of France’s windows – because art these days just means being a raving douchebag, apparently. He ends up spending...

be off the river but I also wasn’t in control. That realization turned into panic as I was catapulted forward in the current, glancing sidelong at the bank rushing by and knowing I didn’t have the skills to eddy out. Too much was...