.I wish I could pick up a vice to cope with these volatile moods. I guess cigarettes and coffee just donât kill me like you do. Every time I comb my hand through my hair, half of it comes loose. You were looking at your feet when I was looking for an excuse
So Iâll roll up my right sle.
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