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it was either acknowledging we were living in hell and calling it home, pretending nothing was out of ordinary in that relationship we called a residence, or trading in the heat in houston for that of new orleans.

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Ugh. Look at so-and-so over there. He’s so into himself. That shirt is so ugly, and his hair is like, way too nicely cut. I hate his piercing blue eyes too. I hate him. But I would totally have sex with him. Sound familiar?