This is the kind of note that gets passed in the pouring rain; in between the rows of desks in a classroom while a teacher drones on about polycentric norms and social identity disorder; at your first dance when the girl you like is busy adjusting her blonde pigtails to the chords of Wonderwall and a Gallagher brother's rusty voice
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