I'm working overtime, my legs are killing me, got shows and classes, gotta clean the house....and so much more exhausting bullshit I don't need.
The delivery guy is often the pizza chef. Tall, grizzled blondish guy, fortysomething.
Maybe I need a HERO.
Nah. Just a hero.
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