I have no toilet paper in my house therefore, I am a failure.
The monotonous view of the same parking lot — the one I already visiting 2 times that week — filled my windshield as I shuffled through my ‘liked’ songs on Spotify, all of them hitting the wrong mood. 90s hip-hop, 2000s house, all the wrong tempo and beat for a pulse that was just one note awa…
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