The guy next to me is also disabled. His disability however I think is the inability to not hork down high octane junk food into his jiggling jowls. I am being smashed against the window by him. I'm becoming more dense. Should I die from the pressure, be sure to harvest my organs because they are surely compressed to gemstones by now.
Give my diamond guts to my family and friends. Everything but my large diamond heart, which will come out brilliant and about 225 carats. Present that to my mother. She deserves it.
Ugh.. Ow.. And to top it off he is playing Candy Crush on this phone. Oh the irony...
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