Sitting in a wooden chair sideways and leaning against a brick wall. My legs pulled up so my feet reach the end of the seat and hang off while my chin rests on top of my knees. The macroeconomic book is laying carelessly on the table and a glass of vanilla iced americano sits on the table being mixed every five minutes. Live music to drown myself in and friends around to make me laugh.
What more could a person possibly want?
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