Here's to you, my imaginary reader. I thank you for listening to my ranting, my life stories, reveling in every little detail of what I have to offer.
Here's to you, as I sit here in my apartment, table scattered with books and paper, ready to be devoured by my eyes and mind.
Here's to you. I live my life as it comes, doing what needs to be done. No more screwing around. It's time to become an adult, and I thank you, imaginary reader, for being here all the way through, in the past, the present, and the upcoming future.
Here's to you.
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