You fell for me. More like tumbled, with your arms outstretched and a look of absolute terror on your face.
I watched you whimper as the black hole before me swallowed you up completely, and you were gone.
You fell for me.
Or maybe I tripped you.
It was an accident, I swear. But now that you've disappeared, can I have your favourite sweater?
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- Flying Buffalo Sauce
- It's like... sauce that's untaste-able. It's really good, but... you can't have it.
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