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they will come in with their loud lips full of small talk. I will have to hug them, people that I fake a strong connection to though I see them maybe once a month and only out of obligation. I will try to really answer anybody when they ask me what is new or how I am, but they won't really register anything I say. They won't really want to hear any of it because they can't relate. Or they don't want to anymore. I have my place, I'm supposed to still be young. I'm not supposed to smoke cigarettes or drink beer in front of them. But I do. I will. when they come in. The relatives are coming for the fourth of july. with the food, the beer, the wine, and we are supposed to watch the sky and think its beautiful tonight. |
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