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my dad thinks this is a nice city (well, nsb, where he lives) but both he and my mom told me to get the hell out once i graduate. it's just... barren.
these rum balls.. taste weird.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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