my frustations rise... i have blisters from draging my crap from bretts house last night, to the Sallie a, to the Ozzanam Inn this morn, and finnally to the drop in, where alas, there wasn't enough room in my bin to store everything... i have to find someone who loves me... scratch that, they don't have to love me, they merely have to provide a
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