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me, watching this on the bus home, weeping: πŸ˜­πŸ‘ŒπŸΌπŸ™πŸΌπŸ’¦πŸ’―βœ¨πŸŽ‰πŸ™ŒπŸΌ
Girl next to me, trying not to make it obvious she's fb chatting her friends about the weirdo crying on the bus: Are you like, okay?