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Dec 2015
I was sitting at the corner of hope and wishful thinking when she turned to me and said: “lets face it, there’s a good chance that you will be overeducated and working at Starbucks one day.” I said *******, puked, and took a long hard pull of the whiskey before driving off into the sunset.
Written by
Jack Dylan  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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