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Gin is wonderful and horrible.
And talking to ex-boyfriends is the perfect cure to wishing I had done things differently. It reminded me of why we werent together, and why I am with who i am,
Also, gin makes for horrible spelling and grammar. And punctuation. And figment sentences. Feagmetzz. Fragment, there we go.
I'm definitely not okay, but I'm getting there.
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