so, lately, it's been a ritual for my dad and i to spend sundays together before i have to go to work. we don't talk much, he doesn't need to. just as long as i'm there things are good
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years of work and notes gone. not only do they have my paintings, but they also have my notes. notes that i spent years putting together. why do they want to keep them? nevermind, i know why...
work last night sucked. i didn't really work actually, i only had 2 tables at the beginning of my shift, then nothing for the next 2 hours
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