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i'd be lying if i said i didn't enjoy the (too) cold air, cramped dressing rooms & lights that make your pupils dilate far too wide
feel like a tyke all over again. hiding behind a locked door wailing, just to segregate myself from my father. only this time - the wailing
well i'm looking forward to finishing some work, a trashy magazine & a can of cold nescafe on this rainy day