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Someone, somewhere...

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cameronleahy:

Someone, somewhere is late for work.
Someone, somewhere is discussing sports.
Someone, somewhere just drank milk past its expiration date, causing them to grimace and spit it out onto their granite kitchen countertop.
Someone, somewhere is looking in their bathroom mirror and discovering a new wrinkle on the corner of their lip.
Someone, somewhere is punching a wall in a ferocious bout of anger.
Someone, somewhere is fast asleep and missing a very important phone call.
Someone, somewhere is having sex.
Someone, somewhere is also having sex.
Someone, somewhere is not having sex, and is wishing they were having sex.
Someone, somewhere just threw their cell phone in a trash can and is too afraid of germs and filth to reach their hand in and retrieve it.
Someone, somewhere just sneezed, crashed their car and said “oh shit”.
Someone, somewhere is finding out they have a terminal disease.
Someone, somewhere just fell in love.
Someone, somewhere just fell down a flight of stairs.
Someone, somewhere is watching TV and can’t find anything good on.
Someone, somewhere is coming out to their hyper-conservative parents about being gay.
Someone, somewhere just accidently set their house on fire.
Someone, somewhere is questioning their faith.
Someone, somewhere just farted loudly at a very inappropriate moment in front of many strangers.
Someone, somewhere is laughing so hard they think they might vomit.
Someone, somewhere just ate a kumquat.
Someone, somewhere is desperately lonely and wishes to no longer be so desperately lonely.
Someone, somewhere is also desperately lonely and wishes to no longer be so desperately lonely.
Someone, somewhere is wondering if someone, somewhere is doing exactly what they’re doing right now, somewhere.
Someone, somewhere IS doing exactly what you’re doing right now.
Someone, somewhere.