I just turned 33 and yesterday someone at the office told my dad that I looked like i was 18 going on 17...whatever that means. Its gotta be the jeans, flip flops, and cute t-shirt that I ALWAYS wear. You gotta love a job where you can bring your dog and wear sweats and everyone says you look great.
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hello the space in between my walls that runs through kinda, maybe, like something that looks like phone cables...that seems to exist everywhere...yet where? You are the one i like to talk to best. Or maybe the only one that does not make me talk...so thats why i can talk to you (um..this thanks to scotch)
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