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The only good place to sit at mcdonalds was under the aircon I got extra ice in my drink before I knew it's warm outside but freezing inside lucky I grabbed my jumper my hands are freezing and i'm alone every day is a bit like this different place, different air and different food but my hands are always freezing and i'm always alone.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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The only good place to sit at mcdonalds was under the aircon I got extra ice in my drink before I knew it's warm outside but freezing inside lucky I grabbed my jumper my hands are freezing and i'm alone every day is a bit like this different place, different air and different food but my hands are always freezing and i'm always alone.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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