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I’m about to be 38 and this is still me. It’s rare that I can sit somewhere and not be thinking of the thing that I’m dying to get back to. Even vacations are almost always a miserable experience. Is there a trick to turning off that part of my brain? I don’t want to be anywhere but home 99% of the time.
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I don’t see how sucking a pleasantly plump dick is going to help them appreciate nature, but it’s worth a shot.
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