A high rise.
A French window.
A bean bag, a vodka.
And an unending stream of traffic.
All is well with the world.
I am content to be.

But I hate the harp. Got them to replace it with a jukebox. Got all my favorite music too. Though the neighbors resent Pearl Jam.

My job is not bad either. I basically gotta watch over a moron who is too lazy to get into trouble even. I am not complaining, it works for me.

I also like the wings

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