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She always complains about how cold it is; she’s never warm. She doesn’t like me enjoying my weekends out with my friends. Finally, whenever I’m home alone I dance and sing enthusiastically, but when she’s home I sleep and sulk over my most depressing moments. I’m just waiting for that one day where she sucks out my soul.
city vs. suburbs
That’s not a suburb… that’s Central park in NYC. Literally in the middle of the Manhattan.
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