Dear Life,
Meditations that would otherwise go unheard.
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Dear Duane Reade Pharmacy Counter,
Go fuck yourself. I hope you get hit by a New York Taxi and bystanders are too busy chatting non-chalantly to help you.
Eat shit and have a nice day.
xoxo,
Blondie
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