.we held down miles of my own vomit just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town.
(maybe no one hugged me enough as a child, or maybe someone did to much)
complain to the scissors, bite the shirt sleeve. let's see the look on your face when i make it work. if every w.
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