I'm dying for slow motion. I crave it so much. Retrospection. Introspection. Ressurection. There are leaves all over the ground, and on my car. My car, my home. It's November now. I like Maryland, but I want to go to Disney World. The Mouse owes me a laugh. The Bird owes me a ride. The government tells us we're not allowed to vote before 18, but
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