I come back. It's to see my best friend. When I have nothing. He is there. Now for him. Nothing. So I will be there. He has some tests. It's many changes. It's good. I can see. He is broken. Too long like this. I know it. It's like me. At the MP. To escape. Drugs and drinking. He will do it too. Just drink.
Do you wonder. When I write this?.
I walk. I will go see my apartment. The bad one. The good one too. My car is gone. I just leave it. I guess they steal it. I stand in the old apartment. It's the good place. I can see Larissa. She looks back at me. It's the glass in the door. But I see a different Larissa. I walk away. I don't need to see it again. It's 17th Ave. Do you know it? It's popular. I walk by. I can see it. Beckhams Pub. Tim Hortons. I remember. Long ago it's Bad Ass Coffee. It's got a donkey. I see Watchmans pub. I know this. I walk farther. It's Melrose Place. Me and Victoria goes there. I go in. Not so many people. I look around. What can I see? 100 Victorias. 100 Unhappily Marrieds. Some is different. Most is the same. It's not so long. Its' Fiore. It's for pasta. I walk more. The Ship and Anchor. Marky and I go there. We eat Christmas dinner. It's our last night together there. I can see the seat. It's there. I walk. Fourth Street. I stop. It's Lululemon. I will go inside. Some are out front. They draw on the sidewalk. I will keep walking. Memories of all my life. It's Ouzo. Mark takes me there. It's Greek. It's like me. We will eat. Drink wine. I keep walking. It's the diner. Chinese owns it. Cash only. Next to it. The liquor store. We go there a lot. I can see Ducky's. It's got bars on it. On the window lol. It's maybe a prison. For some. Escape. I remember. Mark sings Abba lol. The sky is blue. The air now is cool. I walk by. It's Original Joes. I wonder. Does the tattoo girl work still? I walk farther. The Purple Perk. I love it. A coffee. A Cuban sandwich. With chips. Next it's Joyce. We go here. Eat cheap ribs. A penny each. I walk farther. Shoppers drug store. A store a girl loves. I will go in. I remember. Make up. I go further. It's Urban Barn. I go in. I buy stuff. I remember it. Marky and I go there. We would dream. We can get this bed. 30 browns for it. Next is the jean store. I walk. I can see Safeway. Georgia works there before. It's shitty. Pay sucks. I walk by the river. The river is quiet. No ducks. They are big now. All grown up. Maybe like me? I walk farther. The street is a circle end. I look around. It's the building. It's where I lived. It's a nice place. I cross the road. I go behind the other building. It's the little round house. Near the river. I will go sit there. We used to sit there. We would talk. The ducks would swim. The people on the raft. Floats by. They hold the beer up. Happy with life. Just fun in the sun. No ducks. No rafts. Just the water. I look out.
I remember. Mark tells me. Go to Greece. I cry. I will lose him. He tells me no. I don't lose him. Instead I find me. He said. Sometimes you must go. The hard decision. It's the best decision. Before I think Mark is wrong. He is stupid. Or maybe he don't love me. Just wants a new girl. Move along Larissa. Tired of you. Now. I realize it. He was right. I sit there. I think to me. He tells me. You will write. Speak up. I put on my iPod. I walk away. Back the same way. I stop. It's the Purple Perk. I get a Cuban. Same girl. She's pretty. I get a coffee. I sit and I eat. I read the magazine. I can't see the words. I can just think about my life. I will go home. I will write this story. It's my story. Not your story. My story.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
A quick trip home
I will go to Calgary. It's just for a couple of weeks. I will go see Mark. He is giving up. Tired of everything. There is no one there. Nana will help me with the costs. She understands. I tell her I'm back soon. I explain why. She sais you go. Mark has cracked. He gives up. I am worried. He tells me. He will drive away. That's it. Gone for good. I don't hear this voice before. It's not him. Nana gets me a plane ticket. Must be cheap. The seat is small. I don't care. The flight is long. I wait. I don't sleep.
I arrive back. It's the same as before. I take a taxi down. I have the key still. I forgot to give it back. I arrive at his apartment. He's not around. I am disgusted. Before he is clean. Now. It's just boxes. Pizza boxes. A bag of beer cans. The mail is on the counter. Not opened. I open it. He doesn't care. Doesn't pay the bills. The fridge has no food. The cupboard either. It's just pizza boxes. I can't believe this. Never do I imagine this. A man who is neat is a mess. A man that eats health food. Now eats pizza. The laundry is on the floor. The bed is not made. I can see this. I know this. This is Larissa. It's Larissa at the MP. Larissa on crack. He don't care now. I am disgusted. And I worry. In the bathroom. There is 7 bottles of shampoo all empty. I can tell it's not good.
I wait. He comes home. His face is tired. Circles under his eyes. He sits in the corner. Tells me he is sick of it all. He tells me. He can't sleep. He wakes up at night. Thinkgs about things. Is always tired. Can't work out. Don't care to cook. Doesn't care at all. I can see. He gives up. Don't care now. I tell him. Lie down. Sleep some. I can clean up.
I arrive back. It's the same as before. I take a taxi down. I have the key still. I forgot to give it back. I arrive at his apartment. He's not around. I am disgusted. Before he is clean. Now. It's just boxes. Pizza boxes. A bag of beer cans. The mail is on the counter. Not opened. I open it. He doesn't care. Doesn't pay the bills. The fridge has no food. The cupboard either. It's just pizza boxes. I can't believe this. Never do I imagine this. A man who is neat is a mess. A man that eats health food. Now eats pizza. The laundry is on the floor. The bed is not made. I can see this. I know this. This is Larissa. It's Larissa at the MP. Larissa on crack. He don't care now. I am disgusted. And I worry. In the bathroom. There is 7 bottles of shampoo all empty. I can tell it's not good.
I wait. He comes home. His face is tired. Circles under his eyes. He sits in the corner. Tells me he is sick of it all. He tells me. He can't sleep. He wakes up at night. Thinkgs about things. Is always tired. Can't work out. Don't care to cook. Doesn't care at all. I can see. He gives up. Don't care now. I tell him. Lie down. Sleep some. I can clean up.
Reality
I am learning. To be a chef and learn sucks. You will just do the same thing. You start at the bottom. The chef is cool. He is a gay man. I know it. He loves food. When he talks you see it. He tells me. To cook well is all detail. A tiny flavour. I must do some boring jobs. I don't mind it. I order this thing. I put in my iPod. I can work and sing. It's hot in the kitchen. Greece is hot. Inside here is hotter. You go outside to cool. I drink glasses of water. I will get used to it. I end the day and go sleep. It's a long day. I don't send email. Just shower and sleep. Sometimes I work at night. This is best. I can sleep in. The room is quiet at night. Tat will come over. Stay on the weekends. She's angry too. Fights with her boyfriend. He's a creep.
Before I am sad. But now I am really sad. I have a new job. I can be someone. But now it's not vacation. Now I realize I don't go back. Not ever. I think about Papa. I think about Marky. I won't see them. Each is far away. I can go 2 weeks. 1 week to see Papa. 1 week to see Mark. It's so little. I wish life isn't this way. I must give up something to get another. How come I can't get both? Nana sees me. Asks me what's wrong. I tell her I want Calgary. I'm missing it. She tells me she knows. She tells me use the phone. The internet phone is free. I will call Papa and Mark. Both say the same. Don't give up. It will get easier. Papa tells me about the divorce. Mom will fight. She lies. I get mad. I say you fight back hard. Mark is tired. I can tell his voice. He sais he just stays home. It's even less money. He won't say it. But I costed a ton for this trip. He will find a new career soon. He's done. I feel bad. I wish I can be there. Now his life is bad. Mine is better. I talk to them. I feel better. But I cry at night. Forever is long. I lie in bed. I think how proud Papa is. His little girl. Gets a job. Now will be a chef. He sais when I visit I can cook him a steak and potato. It's his favourite. I tell Marky. I can cook eggs. The mistake i make is heat. It's too hot. He just laughs. I tell him. You can cook with a flame. A gas stove. It's better. He tells me he's on that right away.
Before I am sad. But now I am really sad. I have a new job. I can be someone. But now it's not vacation. Now I realize I don't go back. Not ever. I think about Papa. I think about Marky. I won't see them. Each is far away. I can go 2 weeks. 1 week to see Papa. 1 week to see Mark. It's so little. I wish life isn't this way. I must give up something to get another. How come I can't get both? Nana sees me. Asks me what's wrong. I tell her I want Calgary. I'm missing it. She tells me she knows. She tells me use the phone. The internet phone is free. I will call Papa and Mark. Both say the same. Don't give up. It will get easier. Papa tells me about the divorce. Mom will fight. She lies. I get mad. I say you fight back hard. Mark is tired. I can tell his voice. He sais he just stays home. It's even less money. He won't say it. But I costed a ton for this trip. He will find a new career soon. He's done. I feel bad. I wish I can be there. Now his life is bad. Mine is better. I talk to them. I feel better. But I cry at night. Forever is long. I lie in bed. I think how proud Papa is. His little girl. Gets a job. Now will be a chef. He sais when I visit I can cook him a steak and potato. It's his favourite. I tell Marky. I can cook eggs. The mistake i make is heat. It's too hot. He just laughs. I tell him. You can cook with a flame. A gas stove. It's better. He tells me he's on that right away.
A future for me
I am there a bit now. Nana sais to me good work. She tells me we can have dinner. I think ok. She takes me out. I can't read it. She orders. She asks me. Do I like this job. I tell her yes. She tells me I work hard. Extra. I am on time. She sais the others like me. She has a question. She can train me. For a real job. An important job. I can pick. But I must stay 2 years at least. I will get the same room. A small pay check. But she will help me. She has some ideas. She gives me papers. Sais to me think about it. Take my time. I see the one. It's to cook. Then to be a chef. It will take a long time.
I think about it. I mail Marky and Papa. It's my choices. Mark sais do what I want. I take some days and then I tell Nana I am ready. I will be a chef. . I tell Mark. He is on the phone. He laughs. He laughs hard. He sais do I remember. I make the smoke beeper go off? He must open the door. And with a cardboard make a big fan. I try to cook him breakfast. I tell him you wait and see lol. I am on Food TV. I laugh. He sais to me. The show is called the food whore lol. He tells me you see. You can do it. I tell him. Bad news. I can't come back. Not now or ever. He knows it. He said life is tough. But am I happy? I tell him yes. He sais that's all then.
Nana takes me out. We have some drinks. I tell her I can be a chef. She smiles. She sais you can eat so much. It's a good job. Since I am little. I eat. It makes me feel better. If I am sad or angry I eat. I don't get fat though. Mark sais it's a fast metabsolsm. He said I'm lucky. Or I am 300 pounds. My tummy is almost flat. I remember. We are in Edmonton. He buys me cupcakes. It's 12 of them. I eat them all that day. I feel sick but I don't stop.
Nana is happy. She tells me I will train. Work with this man. I will like him. Nana and I talk. I tell her about my life. I tell her how I get so angry. I want to kill someone. She knows. She sais its my Mom. She neglects me. She sais how I am ain't my fault. It's Moms. I wish to find someone. Someone that pays attention. A whore gets attention. It's how I get attention. It's what she thinks. I don't have no man in my life. She sais. At easter she sees me. I'm different inside. I am happy. We talk. It's about my life. She tells me her life wasn't good. She did some things. She won't say. she tells me. Don't say it ever to her husband. Sometimes a woman must do things. I know. She won't say it. But maybe she is a whore too. She tells me I'm a smart girl. I've lived a tough life. She sais I kicked and screamed at it. I fought and I won. She will also get me to learn Greek. A tutor. I think oh. This is tough. Maybe I can learn good english first lol.
My sky is blue now.
I think about it. I mail Marky and Papa. It's my choices. Mark sais do what I want. I take some days and then I tell Nana I am ready. I will be a chef. . I tell Mark. He is on the phone. He laughs. He laughs hard. He sais do I remember. I make the smoke beeper go off? He must open the door. And with a cardboard make a big fan. I try to cook him breakfast. I tell him you wait and see lol. I am on Food TV. I laugh. He sais to me. The show is called the food whore lol. He tells me you see. You can do it. I tell him. Bad news. I can't come back. Not now or ever. He knows it. He said life is tough. But am I happy? I tell him yes. He sais that's all then.
Nana takes me out. We have some drinks. I tell her I can be a chef. She smiles. She sais you can eat so much. It's a good job. Since I am little. I eat. It makes me feel better. If I am sad or angry I eat. I don't get fat though. Mark sais it's a fast metabsolsm. He said I'm lucky. Or I am 300 pounds. My tummy is almost flat. I remember. We are in Edmonton. He buys me cupcakes. It's 12 of them. I eat them all that day. I feel sick but I don't stop.
Nana is happy. She tells me I will train. Work with this man. I will like him. Nana and I talk. I tell her about my life. I tell her how I get so angry. I want to kill someone. She knows. She sais its my Mom. She neglects me. She sais how I am ain't my fault. It's Moms. I wish to find someone. Someone that pays attention. A whore gets attention. It's how I get attention. It's what she thinks. I don't have no man in my life. She sais. At easter she sees me. I'm different inside. I am happy. We talk. It's about my life. She tells me her life wasn't good. She did some things. She won't say. she tells me. Don't say it ever to her husband. Sometimes a woman must do things. I know. She won't say it. But maybe she is a whore too. She tells me I'm a smart girl. I've lived a tough life. She sais I kicked and screamed at it. I fought and I won. She will also get me to learn Greek. A tutor. I think oh. This is tough. Maybe I can learn good english first lol.
My sky is blue now.
The best news
Papa emails me. It's the best news. He tells Mom. He will divorce. He is tired of her. Tired of these games. He will sell the house. He will give her some. He wishes she is just gone. He will ask. A job transfer to another city. So Mom is not near. I ask was she mad. She screams. And breaks things. Then she begs him. He sais no way. It's done. He tells me. Life is not good. He sees me go. Take the risk. He can do it too. He will get a apartment. It's small. They will sell the house. He will give Mom money to go. A lawyer does this.
I tell him. I am happy for him. It's good. I tell him. Come to Greece lol. I wish thought I could go. Move back to Canada. Marky, me and Papa can share a house. Both have jobs. I will cook and clean. I will take school. Get a job. I wish I can. Papa sais time will pass first. It will take a while. He said it's not done in a week. He said it will be ugly. Mom will turn on him.
You won't like these comments. But its' my thoughts. I wish Mom is a whore. She is old. She can't strip. Body is saggy. But she can suck cock. Her price is 3 greens. I think ha ha ha. She will suck cocks. It's her only job. Or maybe the MP. Factory fucking. It's Larissa's Mom. She's a brown for FS. She will give a red to the owner. She must have 10 clients each day. I wish on her the stinky ones. Like that man that farts. Or she can strap it on. Fuck a man. His shit is all over her. All she can smell is it. It's what a whore goes through. My mom needs it. I wish it. Why? For years I suffer like this. I have no choice. My mom's fists. Or being a whore. The whore is better. I remember I am 15. Papa is away. It's for a training thing. She brings home a man. She is drunk. She passes out. He is awake. Tells me I'm pretty. More pretty than mom. He wishes to touch me. I scream and hit him. My Mom don't care. She tells me. I make it up. He don't touch me though. So now I wish. My mom is a whore. Ha ha ha bitch. If I see it. I watch it. I would laugh. I hate her. Papa works his life. Each day he goes to work. So there is a house. So the bills are paid. She don't appreciate it. This woman I spit on. Worse is she goes out. Sex with other men. I bet you. She don't protect herself. Her and Papa have 2 beds. I wish Papa can find a new girlfriend. A woman that cooks him a steak. Or even a whore that is good to him. It's better than Mom. I think. What can she do. She can be a whore. Or a factory job. I laugh. In the summer it's hot. She will work in this. She deserves nothing more.
I learn. I hate my mom. My therapy lady sais it's extreme. I hate her. Because if my life is ok, I don't become a whore. I am Larissa with butterflys in her hair. If I don't hate my mom. I can have high school. I can have a graduashun. I can go to college. Get a job later. Have a boring life. Like I dream about. But no. I have 11 years. 11 years of angry. 11 years or hurt. 11 years of lonely. All I get was money. And now I have none. I can't get this time back. I will die and I can't remember this time. I laugh. I tell Papa big smiles. Good for him. She will be drunk more. She can be a whore. Car dates. She will suck his cock. It's a stinking cock. so much pubes too. She can smell sweat. And the shit. She can do this each fucking day forever. If you read this Mom. I never hate no one. But I hate you. You aren't my Mom. You colour your hair blonde. Afraid of Greek past. I laugh now.
I wish to call her. I wish to say ha ha Mom. You see my boyfriend? He loves me. He kisses me. He cries to say goodbye. You see my job? I work now. I get up. You can't do this. I can. You laugh at me all my life. While now I laugh at you. When I am 46, I'm not a drunk whore. I'm a big time person. People respect me. If Papa is hungry. I feed him. If Mom is hungry. I tell her eat grass. She can't get no man. Her face is creased. Her skin is thick. Good on her. It's payback for me. I should feel bad. But I doubt. I just feel good inside.
I tell him. I am happy for him. It's good. I tell him. Come to Greece lol. I wish thought I could go. Move back to Canada. Marky, me and Papa can share a house. Both have jobs. I will cook and clean. I will take school. Get a job. I wish I can. Papa sais time will pass first. It will take a while. He said it's not done in a week. He said it will be ugly. Mom will turn on him.
You won't like these comments. But its' my thoughts. I wish Mom is a whore. She is old. She can't strip. Body is saggy. But she can suck cock. Her price is 3 greens. I think ha ha ha. She will suck cocks. It's her only job. Or maybe the MP. Factory fucking. It's Larissa's Mom. She's a brown for FS. She will give a red to the owner. She must have 10 clients each day. I wish on her the stinky ones. Like that man that farts. Or she can strap it on. Fuck a man. His shit is all over her. All she can smell is it. It's what a whore goes through. My mom needs it. I wish it. Why? For years I suffer like this. I have no choice. My mom's fists. Or being a whore. The whore is better. I remember I am 15. Papa is away. It's for a training thing. She brings home a man. She is drunk. She passes out. He is awake. Tells me I'm pretty. More pretty than mom. He wishes to touch me. I scream and hit him. My Mom don't care. She tells me. I make it up. He don't touch me though. So now I wish. My mom is a whore. Ha ha ha bitch. If I see it. I watch it. I would laugh. I hate her. Papa works his life. Each day he goes to work. So there is a house. So the bills are paid. She don't appreciate it. This woman I spit on. Worse is she goes out. Sex with other men. I bet you. She don't protect herself. Her and Papa have 2 beds. I wish Papa can find a new girlfriend. A woman that cooks him a steak. Or even a whore that is good to him. It's better than Mom. I think. What can she do. She can be a whore. Or a factory job. I laugh. In the summer it's hot. She will work in this. She deserves nothing more.
I learn. I hate my mom. My therapy lady sais it's extreme. I hate her. Because if my life is ok, I don't become a whore. I am Larissa with butterflys in her hair. If I don't hate my mom. I can have high school. I can have a graduashun. I can go to college. Get a job later. Have a boring life. Like I dream about. But no. I have 11 years. 11 years of angry. 11 years or hurt. 11 years of lonely. All I get was money. And now I have none. I can't get this time back. I will die and I can't remember this time. I laugh. I tell Papa big smiles. Good for him. She will be drunk more. She can be a whore. Car dates. She will suck his cock. It's a stinking cock. so much pubes too. She can smell sweat. And the shit. She can do this each fucking day forever. If you read this Mom. I never hate no one. But I hate you. You aren't my Mom. You colour your hair blonde. Afraid of Greek past. I laugh now.
I wish to call her. I wish to say ha ha Mom. You see my boyfriend? He loves me. He kisses me. He cries to say goodbye. You see my job? I work now. I get up. You can't do this. I can. You laugh at me all my life. While now I laugh at you. When I am 46, I'm not a drunk whore. I'm a big time person. People respect me. If Papa is hungry. I feed him. If Mom is hungry. I tell her eat grass. She can't get no man. Her face is creased. Her skin is thick. Good on her. It's payback for me. I should feel bad. But I doubt. I just feel good inside.
A girl
I am working. I work with Tatiana. I call her Tat. She is here working. Just like me. She is english. She tells me. She must get away. Her life is not good. Her boyfriend is a jerk. She is afraid. Afraid to be single. I tell her. No big deal. Single is good. She asks. I have a boyfriend. I tell her I did. A good one. But I must fix my life. She won't ask why. Thank goodness. We can work together. She cleans rooms sometimes. I am lonely now. I can't find a boyfriend. I don't want it. But I like to snuggle. Tat is bi. I can sense. Or just curious. She is alone too. We can make good friends. She shares her area. I have privacy. She can stay with me. We are quiet about it. Nobody knows. How can they. 2 girls. Laughing. I am cautious. Don't get caught outside.
Tat is cute. She is younger. College. Took the year off. She's hawt. It feels good to kiss. It feels good to hug. It feels good to have sex. Helps me forget Marky. I must forget him now. Each day it depends. Someday I don't remember it. Other days I can go to the bathroom. And cry. I start to email less. I must let go. I sitll email Papa. He is proud. Said good move.
Are you bi? If you are, you like both. But you prefer one. I know I prefer a man. I am scared of men. I can't be close. A man asks me out. On a date. I freeze. I can't talk. I just walk away. He comes after. Sais sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. I tell him I can't go on a date. I can touch a woman. But a man? The though makes me feel dirty. But I like men. To date a girl is good. She is soft and tender. Her kiss is always soft. Her touch is too. She knows what you like. But still it's different. A man is tough. His body is hard. He is aggressive. He commands things. I miss this. You can't get it. Not from a girl anyway. Still, it makes me forget.
Tat is cute. She is younger. College. Took the year off. She's hawt. It feels good to kiss. It feels good to hug. It feels good to have sex. Helps me forget Marky. I must forget him now. Each day it depends. Someday I don't remember it. Other days I can go to the bathroom. And cry. I start to email less. I must let go. I sitll email Papa. He is proud. Said good move.
Are you bi? If you are, you like both. But you prefer one. I know I prefer a man. I am scared of men. I can't be close. A man asks me out. On a date. I freeze. I can't talk. I just walk away. He comes after. Sais sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. I tell him I can't go on a date. I can touch a woman. But a man? The though makes me feel dirty. But I like men. To date a girl is good. She is soft and tender. Her kiss is always soft. Her touch is too. She knows what you like. But still it's different. A man is tough. His body is hard. He is aggressive. He commands things. I miss this. You can't get it. Not from a girl anyway. Still, it makes me forget.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
First Day of Work
Nana comes for me. It's morning. I will go with her. The office. The woman there speaks english. I will help her. It's just an office job. It's tough. The stuff is Greek. I can't read it. The day goes fast. Nana asks me. Do I like it? I say yes. I'm scared but they are nice. She tells me not to worry. Take my time.
I go to the room. I will listen to music. I listen to the radio. It's the same as Canada sometimes. Sometimes i don't know it. I will write Papa. And Marky. There is hours behind. I think it's 8. So for me. It's nite. There is morning. It sucks. I can't talk. To talk I must get up early. So I do this. Go sleep early. Get up at 4 am. Then we chat. I can chat till work starts. I have nothing else. It's nice to chat to Marky. I tell him. He must visit me. But it's hot here. He don't like hot. He likes water. I tell him the ocean here is nice. He tells me it's the Mediterainian Sea. Not the ocean. I ask do you come here. he sais no. I say how do you know. He laughs. He took it in school. I quit school lol. I don't know it.
I am good so far. I am learning. The people are nice. Some speak english Some can't. Tourists come. Germany. England. all over. I met some from England. They can speak. I like their accent. Nana gets me to help them. It becomes my job.
All the different is good. I forget I'm alone. It's like vacation for me. I will go to the water. It's very hot. I can't talk. Just go see it. It's like a foreign land. I am on Mars. It's different than Canada.
I go to the room. I will listen to music. I listen to the radio. It's the same as Canada sometimes. Sometimes i don't know it. I will write Papa. And Marky. There is hours behind. I think it's 8. So for me. It's nite. There is morning. It sucks. I can't talk. To talk I must get up early. So I do this. Go sleep early. Get up at 4 am. Then we chat. I can chat till work starts. I have nothing else. It's nice to chat to Marky. I tell him. He must visit me. But it's hot here. He don't like hot. He likes water. I tell him the ocean here is nice. He tells me it's the Mediterainian Sea. Not the ocean. I ask do you come here. he sais no. I say how do you know. He laughs. He took it in school. I quit school lol. I don't know it.
I am good so far. I am learning. The people are nice. Some speak english Some can't. Tourists come. Germany. England. all over. I met some from England. They can speak. I like their accent. Nana gets me to help them. It becomes my job.
All the different is good. I forget I'm alone. It's like vacation for me. I will go to the water. It's very hot. I can't talk. Just go see it. It's like a foreign land. I am on Mars. It's different than Canada.
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