You can lie on a college application.
You can.
You don’t need to leave a small town to be happy.
You don’t.
My sister has two kids, works at the Sparkle Glo, bowls on Thursdays. She’s happy.
I left.
You can smoke two cigarettes at once, not to impress the first boy who ever fucked you, but because you were so stressed you forgot you already had one in your mouth.
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