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No one:
Absolutely no one:
Yep, still no one:
Robert Smith:
Your aunt who chain smokes, smells like booze, and buys you scratchers for your birthday.
Me: *walks into a store with clothes I obviously can’t afford and looks at one price tag*
Also me:
Getting caught licking the Cheetos dust off of your fingers...
The weird kids in high school who hung out in the art studio and were bullied relentlessly, but grew up to be cooler than everyone else.