Finally, my own place! Greg sank into the chintz couch, which smelt slightly of cat urine.
Pizza boxes; a spilt, moldy cup; a withered houseplant with advanced decay. Through the rose-colored glasses of teenage freedom, he lived in a palace.
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Lizzie
/ April 5, 2019My first real place was in Panama when I was 22.
I can practically see this teenage dream house.
<3 Lixxie
Red of M3
/ April 9, 2019Mine was in Kentucky when I was 18. A slight step up from this palace, lol.
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