no one really knows me, no one knows anyone. i like two things: george orwell, and i don't know. i packed my bags last night. I want to move somewhere nice, preferably somewhere that smells fresh. i burped and smoke came out and i live without knowing my dog died. so currently i dont know my dog died of pneumonia. i ate funyons and smoked two
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2, 2, 2, 2.
i miss you.
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