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- We've been pissy with each other for the last few days and he's leaving tomorrow. I'm not going to fight it anymore - not because I'm too tired, just... I'm not going to fight it anymore. I cleaned everything today, cleaned all signs of his presence while he's still here - the whiskers on the bathroom sink, the records we played, the food he cooked - before everything becomes sacred. It would be nice if I were a singer-songwriter, get a bunch of people to sing along with me and cry.
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