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patche took me to school today and we parked next to a running fuckoff pickup truck with a thin blue line sticker and the driver had a broccoli haircut, aviator sunglasses, and his girlfriend in the passenger seat. when we came back around an hour thirty later the truck was still there, running, and our broccoliboi was clearly getting sloppy toppy. patche honked her car horn at them as we drove up and sloppybro looked up very confused.

afterwards we went to the library to look for books about witchcraft and got distracted by cryptozoology books