And I mean – not it. Don’t pick me. I don’t want to play for your team. Anyone who knows me knows that I’ve been living in Crazy Town for the last several weeks. And it’s not because I’m crazy.
All I have to say is I’m tagging out now. Serious, I’m out. Tagging. Like tag-team wrestling. Out. Please?! Pretty, pretty please. Me, out, now?
Seriously, if I can’t tag out then in a few days, the police, they’re going to find me, in the corner – clutching my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth.
CW
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