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My not so close friend Cleve leaves the pinstriped streets of DC for kraut stained alleyways of Chicago on Saturday. I’m not trying to be bitchy. That’s just a fact. She’s cool and all but just another temp drifter in the DC pool. She’s not special. I don’t think about her in a weird way like how she might be like the younger sister I always wanted but never had… what? That’s so dumb. And for the record, Internet, I don’t CARE. I am FINE. F-to the-I-to the-N-to the-E. FINE. Look at me? Do I care? Nope. No. No ways. Not here bub. Pardon? Wrong number. Just keep on walkin. ‘ Nothin’ to see here folks. I’m okay. You’re okay. Please people. You simply don’t know who you’re dealing with here. I. AM. BULLETPROOF.