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[puckinyourmom]

[Filtered from Lauren - but poorly]

I think someone's poisoning my food. She walked by and tapped my food with her wand at dinner, and this morning, she randomly wanted to be partners in Potions. She never wants to be partners.

And I don't remember what we made, but I'm pretty sure it was bad.

How do you tell if your potatoes are fucked up?

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[wrestlingwitch.livejournal.com]

You haven't gotten hurt.





















Yet.

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[puckinyourmom.livejournal.com]

Come on, what do you want from me?

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[wrestlingwitch.livejournal.com]

If you've survived until say...Wednesday, I'll tell you.

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[puckinyourmom.livejournal.com]

It's Sunday.

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[wrestlingwitch.livejournal.com]

Unlike you, I have more than two braincells to rub together. I'm well aware of what day it is.

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[puckinyourmom.livejournal.com]

How am I supposed to wait until Wednesday if you're trying to kill me?

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[wrestlingwitch.livejournal.com]

I said if you survive, Puckerman. If.

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[puckinyourmom.livejournal.com]

Wow, great. You're nuts.

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[wrestlingwitch.livejournal.com]

Takes one to know one.

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[puckinyourmom.livejournal.com]

Ha ha.

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[wrestlingwitch.livejournal.com]

What can I say; I'm a riot.

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[puckinyourmom.livejournal.com]

Hilarious.

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[wrestlingwitch.livejournal.com]

Genius.

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[puckinyourmom.livejournal.com]

[Going off to mope now.]

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[wrestlingwitch.livejournal.com]

[Going off to laugh and feel triumphant now]