I think this should explain quite a bit. Although,
I'm not quite sure I ate paste. I blame my family.
Because everybody needs the kind of friend you can
count on, no matter what. I'm lucky enough to have
a couple friends (one I'm SURE of) that would totally
help me bury a body and would likely be sitting next
to me in jail thinking of people that could make bail.
You know who you are.
Because we all have screwed up expectations of what relationships are
supposed to be. This is just a simple reminder that life isn't perfect
and sometimes you just have to decide and accept that Jim Halpert
doesn't exist. It's a horrible, devastating truth, but a truth nonetheless.
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