My ears check out
Adventures in predictive text

I'm 59



That's my number for getting some blood work done (not to be confused with wetwork, which I do on my off hours. My assassin name is 'The Koala' because I'm so cute and furry). They just called 54, so I shouldn't have to wait too long.

These numbers make me think I am in some sort of twisted bakery where I have to give them blood to get a cookie. I hope they give me a cookie, but I bet they won't.

Bastards.

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