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Toaster Oven

Breaking up is hard to do Especially when it hits you Like the hot wet palm of a hand That literally everything you own that is even remotely practical Doesn't actually belong to you. You never realize how utterly useless a toaster oven is Until you have to use it instead of a microwave. I mean, yeah, I was in love and now I'm not, which is pretty emotional. My entire life is different and I have to completely reassess who I am- But honestly- I'm a lot more concerned about how I'm going to heat up my alphaghetti In a fucking toaster oven.
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CallMeConnieP
26 / F / Canadian
For You?
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CallMeConnieP
26 / F / Canadian
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Aug 24, 2015
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