There are funny smells. Am I mildewed, or is it just the homeless people.
I met a photographer at the store. And we talked about stuff. My joy of the day is when I imagine some one will write a a good email to my bosses about me. I like the sun.
There are funny smells. Am I mildewed, or is it just the homeless people.
I met a photographer at the store. And we talked about stuff. My joy of the day is when I imagine some one will write a a good email to my bosses about me. I like the sun.
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