Started smoking again. Oops.

Mostly I hope for invisibility.

That, or to vomit money.

It was a faint line that brought you here and a pulse that kept you in time. It was the comfort of a tradition but the fear that you were not that kind. And it's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself in everything you're running from. And it's the same world, honey, that has brought you down as the one that's gonna pick you up, and pick you up.

Blown out candles always smell like Birthdays.

They have sex to diffuse aggression.

Make love not war.

Oh the moral dilemmas of young Brenda and Brandon Walsh! Show me more West Beverly High School!

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