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last night, i come home to lay in bed and attempt to read some pathetically sad book about genocide for class at 745 this morning.
i guess i had fallen asleep and rolled over.
i was awakened by the overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke and french vanilla coffee.
and i couldnt sleep much after that.
i dont know that i am ready to lose that smell...
i guess i had fallen asleep and rolled over.
i was awakened by the overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke and french vanilla coffee.
and i couldnt sleep much after that.
i dont know that i am ready to lose that smell...