There's a special goodness feeling reserved for when those who know you down to your most embarrassing moments (the twins, right across the street know more than you do,) urge you on in your most insane ideas like "um, you could do this."
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Fucking LOVE the twins. Y'all remember the sativa overdose? I couldn't type from shaking fingers. The nuts after the violent nuts? They were there. When I couldn't get y'all or Joe to figure out "call for help", these twins (retired psychiatric nurses, both of them, figured out, "you want us to call the police?" YES, thank you. These are the people telling me I need to professionally read tarot cards. I needed y'all to appreciate that with me.