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It's raining outside and all I keep doing is staring out the window and think about dancing in it.

Then I remember how fucking gross it is outside when you walk out the door and it makes me wanna vomit. I hate hurricanes.

I want to move to Baltimore and work in an art gallery. Not many people would miss me anyways.

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