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| Well, since I don't have Sausage to keep me occupied anymore *glares at Bryce* I could probably host one. I would need a crash course in how to make the requisite boards, though. |
I don't even know what this is supposed to mean. You weren't even around when I was on aim that day so I couldn't even tell you. Everyone wanted you dead, so I went behind it. There was nothing I could do. Trust me, I wasn't lying to you.
But you can keep smiting me and being childish. It's whatever.
You even said you didn't care to play only filling a spot and you said you accomplished what you wanted to.
So either you care a lot more than you let on and you actually DO care that you left, or you're just being ridiculous. Pick. | 
