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A place that takes so long to get to it feels like you're being tortured by a slow-cooker with a grudge
I left my house at 8 a. m. and got to East Jesusville at 11:30. I could've taken a nap and still arrived first.
Trying to get to East Jesusville is like trying to get out of a jail cell with a broken leg.
I told my mom I’d be home by 6. I got to East Jesusville at 5:45. I’ve never been more ashamed.