I forgot how much I loved the Doobie Brothers. And how much I love not worrying about if my clothes look cute or my makeup is smeared or my hair doesn't look right. It feels good to wear a tshirt and ripped up nasty jeans without knees and my hair all messy and mascara and light brown eyeshadow and blush. I missed all that. I feel like I'm in
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