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Thursday, April 2, 2015
Too much gravel
This is a bitch and a love. I love this café so much. They are really awesome. But they play the same Tom Waits album—over and over and over—every single time I'm there. It's too much. It's way too grating. It's like sandpaper rubbing all over my mind, so I just leave. —Love You Still
