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I come home after a long day and pull my head off to put back onto the rack. It takes with it all the skin down my back, and I have to shake it out for lint. There it sits among friends and there I sit with mine, Netflix, my phone, and a bottle of wine.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Everyone's Lament
I come home after a long day and pull my head off to put back onto the rack. It takes with it all the skin down my back, and I have to shake it out for lint. There it sits among friends and there I sit with mine, Netflix, my phone, and a bottle of wine.
giavanna-corriero
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
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