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Aren’t you bored though? I mean, I grew up here. I know what it’s like. Once you’ve had a taste of the city, it’s hard to come back.” “I mean, Calgary isn’t exactly Paris,” I quip because she’s acting like it’s some glitz-and-glam place. “But what do you do all day? I’d go crazy. That’s why I had to get out, you know?” “No, I don’t know,” is my reply, because my patience is wearing thin, and my personality only allows me to keep my mouth shut for so long. The pressure is mounting and giving into my redhead streak is hella appealing right about now.
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