us and we
back bending hope
arms around her hips
blow dryers vrs blow jobs
I don't understand what your trying to say anymore
stop winking at me.
it's like that scene from thirteen, all four of us.
I've lost my voice. shots. I can't breath.
Big City Plan.
beer, lunch, dinner, couches to sleep on, 8 dollars gas money.
I'm dancing around to chuck
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