Somewhere, your girl is pressing her hand up against the same glass, rubbing her aching neck in the morning haze, avoiding the eyes of CZers as they head across the street to buy smokes.
You were there for 9 months, but at least you didn't make the mistake of coming back.
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You were there for 9 months, but at least you didn't make the mistake of coming back.
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