the destruction of the perfect home destroys me. i don't know your name, i barely know your story but you made me cry.
also corny men who use the same jokes and tactics for at least two years have no place in my heart. you suck. get a real job. (am i really still thinking about this guy?)
i am becoming more and more frustrated with my home. i don't need your help, just your money.
mirah is my new love.
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