I have this friend, used to be "with benefits" but now alas is not.
She likes to keep her thumb on my neck, just to keep me in line. I object, she shrugs it off as I was imagining her control; but there it is.
That is life.
Meanwhile, 3-4 whiskeys and I still am not *outside* myself.
It is what it is.
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