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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Tues, Feb. 11
... Run away with me in the night
Is anyone else ready to just pick up and leave this place? Some days, there's nothing I'd like better than to sell everything I have, pick up my passport and a duffel bag of clothes, and leave. Go... somewhere. I don't know where. But somewhere away from here.

And I'd appreciate it if no one would give my problems my forwarding address when I'm gone, okay?

I'll take someone with me, if I can find the right person, and if someone's willing to go. It can't be just anyone, but I'm up for an adventure.

Ready to go? My bags are packed and I'm knocking at your door, looking to see if you'll give all of this up to come with me.
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posted at 12:11 a.m.