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I want my own place.
Where I could walking around without wearing bra and underwear, only my old tee and comfy short. Where I could cook and keeping my kitchen neat and clean, just like how I prefer. A place where I could have a fight with him over silly yet heartbreaking thing. A room where I could get laid with him and make any kind of noise that I’d like. A place where nobody smoking inside. A place that I could called home.

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