I am a boutique love seat whose build was meant for a woman who lives in a really high end penthouse apartment but was covered in bright pink valour and over the course of a decade or so wound up in a san francisco apartment building garage trash heap covered in city dirt and love stains and was then adopted by a girl named fiona lucas who has an eye for retarded bullshit. It then moved on to live with her in her shitty studio apartment and act as her only actual piece of furniture. She has no desk, no bed, no table, only a brightly colored antique hobo couch and somehow a kitchen filled with state of the art culinary equipment and expensive silverware.
That is what I am.
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