Dear Diary,
So George stopped by. It had been a while. Says he wants to go by GS52 like he’s some kinda white rapper now or something. I’m not doing it, I knew him when he was just George and I’m sticking to it. Anyway, George doesn’t do anything very well. I mean, ANYTHING. He’s bad at everything. EXCEPT at making omelettes. OMG his omelettes are AMAZING. I think he could be an Olympian omelette maker. I said he could make me an omelette sometime and that seemed to make him happy.
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Man, now all I want is an omelette. Where’s George when you need him?
Marina Sealth
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