My boss and I, we’re running a pre-sex marathon right now, and I feel like we’re stuck in mile 25. I’m cramping, Cece. My toenails are falling off, I’m peeing down my leg; it’s like I can see the finish line, but I just can’t get there.
― Schmidt
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