well we're snowed in at seam's house, just another night at 29. these couches seem to fit us perfectly fine. inviting anyone over who happened to have an extra cigarette. it's hard to believe this time next year i'll be exactly where i am today. snowed in, feet freezing, but it only takes one day at a time to be up to your hands and knees they say. writing songs about how old our friends got. how the fuck did we get here anyway?
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