30 Nov

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He had the abs, the jawline and the wallet.
She had the tits, the arse and the followers.
He used to love going out, getting drunk and picking up different women, but lately he just felt like staying in and drinking alone.
She threw up her food every night. All her friends did too. It was worth it to stay so slim, but she was starting to worry about her health.
Something was missing.
Everything was missing.
The only thing humanising them was their dysfunction.
Thank God for failure: you may curse it, but it will lead you back home.


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