Ah, the Fourth of July.
The one day that I can tell myself that all that ruckus outside is fireworks, and actually believe it.
The one day that I can tell myself that all that ruckus outside is fireworks, and actually believe it.
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fractal:
they're being helpful!
tuesdae:
I kept telling myself that too, but it turned out to be a firecracker stuck in my apartment's heating unit that kept trying to explode and now it's broken. Good thing it's summer and I'm moving.