Compared to mine, James blunt's life is a dying firefly on hot tropical morning. So one night about a week ago, i had a dream. I dream a lot, but this dream involved me sitting on top of a pile of garbage with someone throwing junk on me... It turns out that what was being thrown on me was organic wastes and water... and as i got off, i noticed
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