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the boy next door is playing guitar. my roommate is studying. the cars are driving fast outside my window. my books are unopened on my table. and all i can think about is smoking kamel reds with michael on the stairs after astro lab last semester. i just want to call him and have him pick up and say, "this is all a big mistake
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