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Look at my little Sebby, all grown up and formal. It brings a tear to my eye.
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Ugh.
Of course. Do you have any bacon I can eat then?
When do I ever not have bacon?
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Someone’s looking cuter than usual.
Why thank you.
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Ugh.
I’m so bored…
You need some bacon. That’ll cure your boredom.
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Damn it Seb.
Now I want a bacon sandwich.
All you had to do was ask, little De Luca. I’m a master at bacon sandwiches, Seb is terrible, he always burns it.
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Listen up.
There is nothing wrong with my love for bacon…
and you know what?
If loving bacon is wrong…I DON’T WANT TO BE FUCKING RIGHT.
FUCK BEING RIGHT. <3
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I need some fucking bacon.
There’s nothing wrong with a little love for bacon.
There is healthy love and there is unhealthy love. Your love for bacon is unhealthy.
I resent that. My love for bacon is perfectly healthy, it is in no way an obsession and I will not be told otherwise.
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I need some fucking bacon.
He does.
I worry about him and his bacon obsession a little.
There’s nothing wrong with a little love for bacon.
