Modest Mouse reminds me of nutella in Bruno's big villa, and how the floor was cold, but the temprature in the house was warm. And how Dana and I used to sneak out on our veranda and smoke pot and giggle at retarded, and egoistic things. We were wretched. But I loved it. I remember how we coloured our hair, and how her shower sucked, 'cause it took
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