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Juice
"L, get out of the fridge."
"No."
"L, get out."
"No, Light."
"Jesus fucking Christ, why is it all cartons of apple juice?"
"They are my brethren."
"Why are they all empty-oh my God, did you drink them all?"
"This is my home jam."
"What?"
"I'm home."
Note to self: Never give L potato chips before bed. Studies suggest the high amount of salt contained within the chips fuck with L's mind.
Apple juice.
Jesus.