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I've been starting to fantasize about farmhouses in the middle of lush green fields.
No parking tickets, no sirens blazing by. Somewhere we can point the speakers out the windows and blast some rock tunes, hang out in our underwear and feel the breeze. Plant a garden and build muscle cars. No fucking neighbors for miles and a huge kitchen with enough food for three months without going to the store. No worries about criminals harrassing me, stealing windshield wipers off my car (this happened last week).
I'm starting to seriously hate so cal.
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