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I hate it. I just fucking hate it. I hate sleeping in that huge bed all alone. I hate it that this place doesn't feel like home anymore. I hate it that I can't bring myself to erase the message on the fridge. I hate it that when I walk in the door, Bowzer waits, and looks for you to walk in too. I hate it that I fucked up every friendship I've ever
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