The Temporary
It is done. Finally.
No more driving to that stench-filled dilapidated building. No more squeakeroos. No more starving till 10. No more life-less weekends. No more screamers. No more run-fire bitch.
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But only for 2 months. 2 freedom-filled months. Before reality bites again.
Just for 2 months. Only 2 months.
No more driving to that stench-filled dilapidated building. No more squeakeroos. No more starving till 10. No more life-less weekends. No more screamers. No more run-fire bitch.
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But only for 2 months. 2 freedom-filled months. Before reality bites again.
Just for 2 months. Only 2 months.
posted by spence at 9:59:00 PM
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