Where we can celebrate all the anniversary type things, like the slow ebbing away of the love in our union, the awkward silences that will haunt us through the dinner, and the passive aggressive hatred that will consume us both until one of us dies
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THEY ALWAYS LEAVE ME AND I'M ALWAYS ALONE, HE CRIED AS HE FLIPPED ANOTHER PAGE OF HIS SCRAPBOOK.
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So.
I had rolled out of bed - quite literally - and I was trying to find clothes while checking my email, since the laptop is right over here. And I was attempting to stick my legs into my pants as I clicked this notif. And then I saw this and went "sl;dfj;df" and tripped on the pants and fell backwards on the bed.
That is your true story of the day.
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