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i ache for the dimly lit late night cafes with wine bottles on the walls and foamy brown cappuccinos on the tables. i lust after the nameless, elegant dishes and the martinis and the sophistication. you are wendy's at midnight a chain restaurant on our anniversary. practicality. i want mindless rewards without guilt. i want cafes and restaurants no one outside of this town has heard of i want to be what i am: twenty years old fresh off the french coffee press ready to sweep my way through all the archetypes i have observed longingly. you're seven years too late, darling.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
seven years too late
i ache for the dimly lit late night cafes with wine bottles on the walls and foamy brown cappuccinos on the tables. i lust after the nameless, elegant dishes and the martinis and the sophistication. you are wendy's at midnight a chain restaurant on our anniversary. practicality. i want mindless rewards without guilt. i want cafes and restaurants no one outside of this town has heard of i want to be what i am: twenty years old fresh off the french coffee press ready to sweep my way through all the archetypes i have observed longingly. you're seven years too late, darling.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
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