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I twisted my ankle today... OUCH!

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Awwww, poor baby. D:

It's ouchie! Really ouchie!

Awwww, does woobie want some oxycodone?

No, can't take it unless I wanna go into a coma. I'm taking depression meds and I can't mix anything.

Well that fucking sucks. You can't take anything?

No. I can take a couple of aspirin but nothing else. Even that will make me groggy.

Shit. I am never going on depression meds then. I am a giant baby when it comes to pain.

I'm sorry, Adam. Is there anything I can do to help?

I need them. I'm doing better with them! And therapy! Yay! *holds up yay fists*

Ice?

You're the only person I've ever met that had such an enthusiasm for therapy and meds. I don't know. I've been on so many brain pills since I was young that it really doesn't have any appeal to me. I want science to leave my poor head alone!

I think I can do that. *leaves, returns in a flash with a bag of ice, the good kind, with the little holes in the middle*

There you go.

Well, it's that or be depressed and then child services see depressed me and takes Corbes away. So, better!

Oh, the good ice! You can suck stuff up through these! Oh, will you get a towel, too?

You have a point. Shit, I'm never having kids. You have to take so much stuff into consideration and I am not very good at that at all.

Oh, now you want a towel?! Jesus. Hold on.

*throws a tea towel at him*

Yea. But it's worth it. To me.

Oh, thank you! *catches towel and fixes it on ankle*

I'm sure you're a really good da.

She thinks so. But I think that has a lot to do with the candy.

JESUS YOU ARE STILL GIVING HER CANDY

WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THAT

HER TEETH ARE GOING TO ROT RIGHT OUT OF HER HEAD

I don't feed the crap to her 24/7! I mean, it's like a treat for her. She's good, I give her candy. She's bad, I don't.

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