I didn’t make dinner last night. I was too lazy — or, no, that’s not it, I just didn’t have the time. I used to say that I don’t like cooking, and sometimes, I really don’t. But I think that mostly when I would say that I just wanted to make myself different from the blueprint I understood of How It Could Be.
I spent yesterday trying to write but by the…
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