127 days. Then I'm 18. I really don't want to grow up. In December I'm getting my licence. I know, I know. I'm slacking a bit 'eh? I've been pricing cars. It's not too bad. But bad enough. Life has been a little bumpy, but is steadily getting back on coarse. I need a job. STILL. Looking really doesn't do much anymore. Senoir year is here. I took
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