She's in the lobby with her baby Braylon (after the Cleveland Brown). She'll pick up my hours when I go, and I hope... no, I won't get into that now. You see, I haven't told her or anyone else here that I'm quitting yet, which hasn't really helped much with this feeling there's someone standing on my chest. I'm sick of just getting through time, drunk driving home from karaoke, still singing "Jeremy, Jeremy". The truth is, I hate it here, but I kinda feel like this is where I oughta be.
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