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Apr 2019
𝘏ð˜Ķð˜ģð˜Ķ 𝘊ð˜ī ð˜Ū𝘚 𝘰ð˜Ĩð˜Ĩ 𝘭𝘊𝘧ð˜Ķ
𝘚ð˜Đ𝘰𝘷ð˜Ķð˜Ĩ 𝘊ð˜Ŋ ð˜Ģ𝘰ð˜đð˜Ķð˜ī ð˜Ēð˜Ŋð˜Ĩ ð˜ąð˜­ð˜Ēð˜īð˜ĩ𝘊ð˜Ī
𝘞ð˜Ē𝘊ð˜ĩ𝘊ð˜Ŋð˜Ļ 𝘊ð˜Ŋ ð˜ĩð˜Đð˜Ķ ð˜Ĩð˜Ķð˜Ŋ
The History:
I just signed the lease to my first place with the help of a couple angels. Moving always gives me a sense of dread. I guess it's the unknown, the wild, the lack of control that scares me the most. Alas, I am optimistic-ish.
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jĮŦrð  26/F/United States
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         ---, The Sick Red Carnation, Girard Tournesol, --- and Perry
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