| Me: |
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| My closet is staring at me.
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| My clothes are threatening to manifest them in to a Bedknobs and Broomsticks-esque ghost of Christmas future.
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| *themselves.
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| I can't leave London.
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| Evanie: |
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| I think you should stay
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| obviously the universe is telling you the same thing
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| Me: |
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| This is true.
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| It's not often that my bras give me verbal warning about things.
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| *warnings
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| It's definitely a sign.
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| Evanie: |
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| for sure
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| Me: |
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| Damn, you take advantage of this place while you're here, k?
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| I sort of forgot how amazing was for a while.
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| Evanie: |
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| I'll do my best
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| Me: |
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| As I gaze into the future I see full-on 100%, ultra-violet culture shock (or at least that's what my gladiator sandals told me).
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| Me: |
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| I'll stop now. I just thought it was important to let you know of closet conversations.
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| And that the "No day but today" policy doesn't only apply to Rent characters.
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| I really should blog.
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| Evanie: |
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| hahahaha
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| have you slept lately? |
