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Christmas morning and we got drunk on $3 red wine given to me entirely for free from the creepy guy who sits downstairs with absolutely nothing on underneath his trenchcoat it was ******* freezing outside, and I cried just a little bit when you told me we were out of butter. With no bra and a pair of XL red sweatpants I went to the bodega on the corner where the old man with too many fingers never gives me the right change. And that day I cried in my room over what Christmas had become for me and now I cry for that ****** apartment four blocks from the G train in the middle of Brooklyn, New York and the fridge that never had what we were looking for.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Paula Deen
Christmas morning and we got drunk on $3 red wine given to me entirely for free from the creepy guy who sits downstairs with absolutely nothing on underneath his trenchcoat it was ******* freezing outside, and I cried just a little bit when you told me we were out of butter. With no bra and a pair of XL red sweatpants I went to the bodega on the corner where the old man with too many fingers never gives me the right change. And that day I cried in my room over what Christmas had become for me and now I cry for that ****** apartment four blocks from the G train in the middle of Brooklyn, New York and the fridge that never had what we were looking for.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
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