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It's hard to feel **** when you're an unemployed college drop-out who lives with her mother, and your most recent achievement is the stabilization of your short term memory. I've got my thumb over the send button of a text to a local ex who was here in this same room about, oh, five years ago putting on his shirt while I sat on this same bed, neither ****** nor mother, calculating the recent decrease in value of my soul.
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
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It's hard to feel **** when you're an unemployed college drop-out who lives with her mother, and your most recent achievement is the stabilization of your short term memory. I've got my thumb over the send button of a text to a local ex who was here in this same room about, oh, five years ago putting on his shirt while I sat on this same bed, neither ****** nor mother, calculating the recent decrease in value of my soul.
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
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