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I don't like- The two hour drive. -29 degrees. The icy black tops. The table next to us. Hearing the trains every 15 minutes. When people don't text back. Sleeping alone. But what I love- You. My friends. The conversations. The smiles. The laughs. The wings. The beer. The leftover wings from last night. The people. This heated blanket. -My home away from home.-
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
A Town Not So Far Away
I don't like- The two hour drive. -29 degrees. The icy black tops. The table next to us. Hearing the trains every 15 minutes. When people don't text back. Sleeping alone. But what I love- You. My friends. The conversations. The smiles. The laughs. The wings. The beer. The leftover wings from last night. The people. This heated blanket. -My home away from home.-
steven-tran
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
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