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Not even lying, I had a dream last night that I met Bobby Witt Jr, and had a wonderful conversation with him. But the thing is, he was carrying around a pet fish the whole time. I’m talking about one of those big ass fish from the Amazon river. He had to tuck it under his arm and kept having to switch it back and forth because it was so heavy. I knew he was struggling but I just kept pushing the convo.
I need someone to interpret this for me.
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I haven’t slept for ten days straight… because that would be way too long.
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