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Sunday, July 4, 2010
Few more weeks.
I'm going to quit.
I am absolutely miserable, and I've become unhappy. I can't seem to enjoy anything because this place lingers around me. I'm not exaggerating, I'll be leaving soon.
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Nine hours of sleep
I could use somebody.
Back to the city.
To whom it may concern.
We are the images of the invisible.
Personal Banker
We've been here before.
You didn't see that sign?
Who didn't see this coming?
Where at least I know I'm free.
Few more weeks.
I'm going to add sriracha.
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David
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