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Apr 2018
you count our money
with shaking hands
we've got enough
to live comfortably
but not enough
to be better
"I've never had to live like this,"
haha
all right
come on, the realtor is not your therapist,
and by the looks of the off-color carpet this is not our house

"the pool was misshapen."
what about the other one
"kitchen too small."
what about
"can't afford it."
ha ha
well
ok, the tires cut into the road as we head on
the next one, you say, will be ‘lit’

hey, look
that ones for sale
"the crackhouse?"
uh no the normal
the normal house
"bad neighborhood,"
wow
must be hard
being
so good all the time
“i just want this to feel like a home!”
ha ha
well
i just want
a divorce at this point
croob
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croob  23/usa
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     ---, ---, Elizabeth Squires and JL Smith
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