Please, Mom, Hurry the **** Up

SO we were going on a trip. YAY. but guess what. My mom packs like a fucking snail. As in, she’s bringing the entire house. And before we know it, we missed the flight. Yay Mom. Good job.

Then I gained access to a healing fountain and a bunch of ragtag misfits out on an adventured stumbled in. Severely wounded by the looks of them, I spent the rest of my day fetching suspiciously green concoctions from the fountains to them.

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