If anything, it’s Tom’s fault for allowing me to go to Theisen’s unaccompanied. Because he knows I have a chicken problem. It’s like he WANTS me to have to have an intervention. Probably so he can fill the garage with motorcycles while I’m in rehab. I have you figured out, TOM.

Author: Dory

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