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and so she thinks--I want to know what goes on inside your head, boy with the intense gaze and quiet air that can only accompany one calm and self-assured and pensive, you lacking the arrogance of overconfidence, black blazer and blue jeans, who I will only speak to for a few hours, who has no objections to me borrowing your Cars CD and using your bathroom and drinking your orange juice, who tells me you thought you were a werewolf when you were a kid, the second chance with two baby birds, who was not home yesterday when I returned the CD along with another one (spread the word on the Asylum Street Spankers, I will)

so how will I find a feasible way see you again?

Fake bruise on my face because I feel like it. Thank you eyeshadow.