The noodles have gone squishy again and guess how much I don’t need edebroux talking endlessly about how she is not going to be the one to clean it out. I don’t care and she is not thrilled with my attitude. I am not in the mood, I am not at my most relaxed, THIS IS NOT PRIME FRIENDSHIP-STRENGTHENING TIME. So just shut up about the fucking noodles and let me molder here in front of the computer. I am mostly numb but also dizzy with fear.

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