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I don't like change, I keep it tucked away in my wallet, the only space for it, no good space, really, it just sits there, weighs down on the frayed stitching in my old jean pocket and makes things too heavy on one side, never worth much, always just the leftovers, the things I couldn't trade in for something else so I got them back, different now, heavier, a stale metallic smell, not worth as much.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
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I don't like change, I keep it tucked away in my wallet, the only space for it, no good space, really, it just sits there, weighs down on the frayed stitching in my old jean pocket and makes things too heavy on one side, never worth much, always just the leftovers, the things I couldn't trade in for something else so I got them back, different now, heavier, a stale metallic smell, not worth as much.
molly-hart
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
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