Sunday, July 21, 2024

Dinner is green beans with margarine and garlic salt. 

There isn't a local noodle stand run by an old man who speaks a language I don't understand that I can go to. 

That I'm aware of. 

It's a big world. And I've been... distancing myself from it. 

I'm okay with this. 

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