"Please call me re: banking"-My mom, via text.
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Did you know that they clean these things?
How great is this?
There is a child practicing the violin behind this door.
"Chapter List for a Work-in-Progress Memoir about my Last Week"
Chapter 1: The flowers are dead, but at least they are frozen in one place.
Chapter 2: Probably they don't? I don't know, I don't know much about the world.
Chapter 3: My childhood best friend has so many occasions to dress up like Frida Kahlo. Am I as weird as him?
Chapter 4: You're building is so nice it makes me feel like a prostitute.
Chapter 5: I'm not a smoker, and I'm certainly not holding a cigarette.
Chapter 6: I want to shoot my love all over your face.
Chapter 7: You don't know how it feels to be alive until you die.
Chapter 8: Epilogue: "Life after birth", or, "Don't make me forget you" or "I dont want to be happy without you".
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Without exception, whether I want it or not, I buy myself a slice of pizza after therapy. Because if you have no one to answer to, it is important to answer to yourself.
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