You learn real life skills as a youngen. You learn to borrow a piece of paper instead of ‘having’ one. Who borrow’s paper anyway? I mean – who gives it back? It’s like some sort of obligatory, non-negotiable, long-term lease; like borrowing the only open parking space, or lending your lover a boquet of flowers.


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