It makes no sense.
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We're about halfway through. Feel free to go to the lobby to grab more popcorn.
I've eaten so much fake popcorn, not sure if I want any real popcorn ever again.
That gluten free shit gives me a hangover
half way through? So 4 more years to go?
No. But we're at the final stretch. Or at least I hope so.
Me to fren. I feel like I've been running a marathon and I'm on the final straight. So hard to keep pushing, but the finish line is just front of me. Hold the line
We're running together, brother and I will run until my legs give out. Lucky for me, I'm a fast runner.