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“You’re working too hard, though. You’re young. You should be out with friends, not pushing yourself to death,” he chastised as we walked. “Maybe someday,” I murmured with a sigh. We’d had this conversation many times before. And he didn’t quite seem to understand why I was so against being homeless… “Somedays aren’t promised,”
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