I hate it when I finally get out of doing something to go do something fun, only to be reigned back in by “happy coincidences.” If it was really that happy, I wouldn’t be so happy to go try and do something else.
I hate it when I finally get out of doing something to go do something fun, only to be reigned back in by “happy coincidences.” If it was really that happy, I wouldn’t be so happy to go try and do something else.
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