Three weeks.
Three weeks is one of those indefinite times, one that hangs idly between being a 'long time' and a 'short time.' In three weeks, I've gone crazy. In three weeks, I've done more drugs than I've done in the rest of my life. In three weeks, I've had casual sex, fallen in love, and cried for love. I've been back-stabbed and talked
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