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we’re drinking strawberry flavoured wine out of red solo cups and I can’t help but notice the hair you move out of her face, she’s
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it’s a quiet morning. i glance at the sink. it’s full, of course. maybe someone else will do it, i think. but i’m still awake,
The faint sound of a closing door pulled the receptionist from her book. In front of her stood a tall young man, holding a tray
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Apologies in advance my dear reader. This is a poorly-organised, selfish essay written by me, (mostly) for me as I try to unsatisfactorily explain why
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