A leopard can’t change its spots—it keeps frequenting the same restaurants and bars, and though it’s technically allowed to go elsewhere, it’s stuck in this routine: wakes up slightly hungover, works at a job it hates, spends too much money on dinner and drinks at, again, those same spots, doesn’t have enough energy when it gets home to exercise or read or work on that novel it’s had kicking around for years, repeat the next day. It’s a really sad life, when you think about it.
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