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Oct 2018
I woke up to no milk in my bowl
It does not feel like home.
Cereal on the table
Gallon in the fridge, but no milk in my bowl.
I am home, but it's not what I know.
There is no milk in my bowl. I am now grown.
My first submission.
ANTONIO Ainnoot
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ANTONIO Ainnoot  27/M/Brooklyn
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