Sometimes I still can't believe I'm an adult. Last night, I thought something about "my house." And I realized, I really do have MY HOUSE. It's not my parents' house, it's not an apartment I rent, it's actually a house that I own. Well, the bank owns most of it but still. And I own it with my fiance. And I have a real job. And I have a car that I
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They can reach things on the high shelves.
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