And heroin. Don't forget the heroin.

Me too!!
(Although if it were coming from my dad, it would probably say something like "Just don't be stupid, damnit. " I'd also like the matching "Don't bend it (the car) and get your ass home at a reasonable time" keyring. Eloquent he ain't, but my dad is cool as shit. )

Or, if you're my inexplicably southern-sounding brother, "REST'-rnt"/ "REST'-rntr." 2 and 3 syllables, respectively, the last of which are basically just grunts.
(We're from Illinois. Southern Illinois, but Illinois nonetheless.)

Your logic makes sense. The only thing I can think of that makes the "pre" work is that the "written before" is perhaps referring to the MD writing it before you take it to the pharmacy. Maybe?

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