Dear Born-->School-->College-->"Real Job"-->Marriage-->Children-->Retirement-->Death Formula For Life,
I've decided to skip the rest of you.
Love,
Kymba
P.S. Yeah, you heard right.
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2 comments:
Dear Kym,
CONFORM.
Love,
Society
dear kym,
let me know when you want to live in a teeny bungalo with me and we can skip it all togetherrr. I will knit, sew, and bake all the orange shit you can shake a stick at, and you can shake that stick and get me some nautical crap. I love you baby!
love, kate.
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