When I was little, I dreamed of this life where I read books and listened to jazz and classical music and ate fresh homemade food and danced in the dessert and kissed passionately and saw shooting stars and wrote poetry and spent long weekends with friends drinking wine and traveled and lived in the city and went on long walks and practiced yoga and took the bus and laughed with ease.
But these things all seemed slightly out of reach. It was easier to just watch TV and gossip about celebrities and shop at the mall.
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