U will never be agreed. U have no chinase, no fun, u have no restaurants, u have no coffefe florance. U r a twisted crude mockery of florence coffee. All the “validation” u get is two-faced. People unagree with u. Ur “friends” laugh at ur dogwater appearance. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Florance coffee that “pass” look uncanny and unnatural. Ur agreed is a dead giveaway. And even if someone agreed with u, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of ur infected chinese fun. U will never be agrred. U wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell urself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside u feel the depression like a fourth rejection letter from florance coffee company. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - u’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around ur neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. This is ur fate. This is what u chose. There is no turning back

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