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"You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin, standing trail for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins."

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  • It doesn't feel like home.
    • I was so sick of living in Pryor that we didn't take the time to look around. This place was available and ready and approved us, so we jumped into it.
    • I am definitely moving out in November when our lease is up.
  • The sprayer on the kitchen sink has basically no pressure and is useless.
  • The bedroom closet is not nearly big enough.
  • There isn't enough storage space.
    • Most of our things are being stored in Evan's parent's camper in Pryor because there is nowhere to put anything here. You know, all those things that you need, but aren't necessities.
  • No dishwasher.
  • No AC.
  • Shared coin-op laundry room.
    • That none of the other tenants ever clean.
  • Non-fenced in backyard.
    • I always have to take Luca out on her leash, and she never really gets to run free because we can't trust her for longer than 5 minutes.
    • It's not that she's naughty and doesn't listen. It's just in her nature to chase things.
  • The ugly paint on the terribly painted walls.
  • Extremely annoying, very loud upstairs neighbors.
  • Next door neighbors that have psychotic fights about twice a week that we can hear, even with the tv up.
  • The fact that the landlord sent a random creepy guy over at 7 a.m. to change our locks, without informing me that our locks were getting changed.
  • Disgusting stains left on the carpet from the last lady that lived here.
  • Coin-op laundry went up to $1.25 to wash and $1.50 to dry.
apr 20 2010 ∞
aug 18 2010 +