Have a nice day
What if I don’t want to?
Don’t push your homely mantras on me
Someone lamer should receive that crap
Cities are for kids under 3
Get born here and then move out
Cities are for adults 18 and up
The more reclusive I want to be
The more I get invited to useless events
Pushing back, not going
Like a prostitute, pay me or leave me alone
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