Don’t mind me, I just have consumed and consumed every hour of the last little while and now I cannot breathe because the car I am in is moving too fast and it’s a little too hot and the windows wont go down and no one will tell me when we are going to stop. And I am scared I am going to be sick or go mad and be judged by all the other passengers. Now I have consumed so much I need to spew some out, and as I complain about the consumption it turns my expression into a panic a

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