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The Way You Come Across

Your Flow's like Menopause.

Gotta rhyme that shit, son.

Apparently, stuck in a rut lately. Horoscopes have maybe affected my life (i.e. bias my interpretation of people's actions). Killed that beast with pink icicles... or however Hotel California goes. Went to a "shady" location with roomie (sans the Group) and ran into a 乖宝宝 there. I never expected to run into her there. Or find out that she had been three times prior to that. It was my first time there. Hanged out with her crowd for majority of the night, gothitonbyaguyandIdidn'tunderstandthesocialprotocolforthat, and I left. Cool story, bro.

I also recently found out that not everyone talks to themselves. It has gotten to a point where roomie doesn't really even listen or ask what I'm muttering about. Should I stop? Can I even stop? You can't stop now. You'll never stop talking to me. I forbid it. Okay. Guess not. Haha...sorry, not funny.
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