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its 1145. too late for walkies by my housemates standards. no 22 degree shiver worthy breeze. nor that late night face stuffing with that large ogalo chips to go. no streets lit up with adult shops. no drunk nor homeless people , nor beautiful buskers to talk to. nor crazy people to shrug off. no smell of new books at ariel. no barista that greets me by name. no excuse for a beer. no home to go back to. no unit 4. zilch.
tonight, its shampoo i lathered on my body. fab.
tonight, its shampoo i lathered on my body. fab.
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Bybeen there. still there on most days. let's java java sometime.
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