Amber: I was discussing my infatuation with human deterioration, and the desire to produce skin from cells with Michelle, while we walked through Lowe's
Ben: Some times I forget, we're all on this big rock, made up of a billion baby sediments, and most of which we carry in our back pockets; and we're all aimlessly floating through space letting those sediments grow and build up on each other, weighing down our pockets, and to the point where, some times, it's hard to bare, to even walk, breathe.
Morgan: Leave me be.
Rachel: Arbys; Lemons.
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