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coffee shop

there's a hippie girl waiting for me in a coffee shop a few blocks up the road. she has no idea im not coming. it's fun pretending to be someone else entirely assuming a new role, backstory, character development it's like being an actor, except there's no camera capturing my performance, no crew writing my perfect li[n]es. so there's a hippie girl in a coffee shop, and i'll meet her there in a few minutes and she'll believe that she's met the real me. meanwhile, that coward can be found hiding. don't ask where- I'm still looking for him myself.
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chris-ott
American
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Dec 7, 2011
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