Funny how the things we chase the hardest often elude us, until we stop looking. Like that one perfect vintage tee, or a decent parking spot downtown. Is the universe just messing with us, or is there something to the letting go?
Funny how the things we chase the hardest often elude us, until we stop looking. Like that one perfect vintage tee, or a decent parking spot downtown. Is the universe just messing with us, or is there something to the letting go?
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