Spend time with my friends.. until my mom reach me to go my own home.
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having a good day means having good vibes too. how’s your day, dearest Lumpings?
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dikabarkan sebelum ada lampu dd udah MENYALA duluan
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Forwarded from EELJE: Gridlock Guild Rosters.
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The sun isn’t even up properly yet, but the heat is already sitting on my chest like a wet dog. I’ve been driving for two hours with the windows rolled down, letting the salt air and the smell of bruised grass scrub the city off my skin. Loughrey’s Kak Sangah called me three times yesterday to ask if I’d check the scores. “They’re playing the LG, Anna. Top of the ninth, bases loaded!” I didn’t watch it then. I had three spreadsheets open and a cold cup of coffee dying on my sterile desk. So today, I bought a tickets for a minor-league game in a stadium that smells like stale beer, diesel, and sun-baked asphalt. I’m sitting three rows behind the home dugout, eating roasted peanuts and spitting the cracked shells. The scoreboard is missing half its lightbulbs, but every time the bat cracks against the leather, something in my ribs unmoors itself. I pull out my phone and text her a picture of the blinding stadium lights while showing the fact that I did it just right. Don’t you also think the same, Ilyes?
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The sun isn’t even up properly yet, but the heat is already sitting on my chest like a wet dog. I’ve been driving for two hours with the windows rolled down, letting the salt air and the smell of bruised grass scrub the city off my skin. Loughrey’s Kak Sangah called me three times yesterday to ask if I’d check the scores. “They’re playing the LG, Anna. Top of the ninth, bases loaded!” I didn’t watch it then. I had three spreadsheets open and a cold cup of coffee dying on my sterile desk. So today, I bought a tickets for a minor-league game in a stadium that smells like stale beer, diesel, and sun-baked asphalt. I’m sitting three rows behind the home dugout, eating roasted peanuts and spitting the cracked shells. The scoreboard is missing half its lightbulbs, but every time the bat cracks against the leather, something in my ribs unmoors itself. I pull out my phone and text her a picture of the blinding stadium lights while showing the fact that I did it just right. Don’t you also think the same, Ilyes?
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