My apartment is freezing, there's wine spilled on the floor, cups and glasses stewn throughout the house, booze on the table, pot in the green tea, and Cake on the stereo. This is how it is. I took the rest of the tape off the walls. It turns out, today, that I'm not in the same shitty relationshit/whatever-he-wants to call it anymore. Second
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