"I was telling my Mom about how after I got home from the movie I was feeling so sad about it that I was lying on the floor staring at the wall in depression, and then you told me to get up and eat some milk and cookies or you would kick me in the butt, but I was like 'Noooo... I'm tooo depressssed.' And then you did kick me and said you would do it again if I didn't get up. So I got up and we ate cookies and worked on our papers. And my Mom laughed. Really hard."
"Haha! And then you could be sad about your repressive roommate. 'Help! Help! I'm being repressed!'"
"Repressed is... a funny word. Because it's like.. ironed over again."
"Look, this is my offical diagnosis - myopia! Do I even have a perscription on this thing? No. That is so stupid. I love looking at these things... Capers Cafe!"
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