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Los Angeles


Her name was Los Angeles, but I call her L.A.

For short.

I’ve been her friend my whole life.

Many people love her and many people don’t.

They love how fun she is and how sophisticated

She is.

Personally, I love her warm weather and

Sunsets.

They are the best.

But sometimes I want to get away from her

For a while.

Don’t get me wrong,

I love her.

But sometimes we need a little space.

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