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Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Old Subs, we feel you--and our new acceptance rate, some 25%--but, will never be a Bottom
This was about the time I was sitting alone, in the dark.
Sitting alone.
In dark.
In underwear.
Not even socks.
In my underwear, and not even wearing socks—that
depressing, that essential.
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