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Sickening
My parents look at us with their mouths open and their eyes bulging. Marriage, kids, girlfriend, none of that sounds like me at all. And I start to wonder if they are realizing that this is a farce, but they seem to really wish my life was like this, because they don't hesitate a bit to believe it and even say it seems like a good idea and that it was time I thought about settling down. Like I’m 33 instead of 23. Give me a fücking break. On the way back the conversation is lighter and even pleasant, Crystal is tired so she doesn't bother me again with her chatter, like on the way here, for which I'm grateful... so much so that it doesn't bother me much when she drops into my chest without permission and falls asleep fast and deep. There's still about half an hour to go, so I have to pu
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