How wearedangers.blogspot.com as Fender. How I hate the snow. As my car hand-me-down that I miss so much, even without a stereo. And only fuck with a condom, although I have not cursed the disease. As always after a new girl that just turns around and leaves tested. As the school full time, part-time, and a granddaughter that I never see. As the wind. Girls with friends. No money for each TV. As the plaque with my name engraved on a generationPast. As in 2003, on Thursday. As they grow damn fast. As a phone full of numbers, but not to call a soul. As las half have read the books read well in his eyes that read all right. Like after a dream that has crippled with debt. I like a joke that has not been in touch with you laugh. First, in a new way in those days, Kris Kross. Turn the bottle and moves in mysterious ways. As a state of torpor. A Winnie Cooper. But now nothingSense to me.
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