My mood is black. I'm in my sister's room with a lonely lamp, smelling of mint and strawberries, and I can't for the life of me figure out why. I've eaten my fill tonight of more than enough things, and I'm near bursting. I'm offically at the point where I want to go home, go back to Malden, and lay in my bed by myself. However, you and I know that
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