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It's five in the morning on a Saturday. I've been up for an hour, and I swear to god that this will all make sense eventually.
It's written in the stars. I'm destined for a poverty-stricken life on the road. And I promise you I've never been more excited.
It's written in the stars. I'm destined for a poverty-stricken life on the road. And I promise you I've never been more excited.