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Blink I. There is initial contact, the passing of the drink to the girl who is more into this than I am. Peering into glossed-over eyes, Pleasantries are exchanged as plan our next moves, preparing for what is bound to happen II. Touching the cold and dew-soaked metals of the car. It's smooth, yet tough, and if it ever came down to it, it could stand up for me and take a beating. But being a decent driver, I believe nothing wrong can happen behind the wheel. Just keep your eyes open, don't blink, don't let everything slip away for one second. I. Conflicts arise, but only within me. Call her a friend “friend?” because I've been caught in playing her on before, but I can't stop playing, flirting, chasing, touching, II. I shouldn't be driving now, but it's necessary. Everyone knew my Intent but me, and here I am, isolated in my alloy shell, protecting me two-fold I. We found a room and crashed II. through a thicket of yellow and white I. sheets tangled and trapping II. me under the shredded metal I. bed frame, the accomplice to this bad idea II. goes through my head and I'm worried it's my last I. time I'm allowed here because I ****** up again II. and again and again and constantly rolling and falling, I blinked.
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
Blink
Blink I. There is initial contact, the passing of the drink to the girl who is more into this than I am. Peering into glossed-over eyes, Pleasantries are exchanged as plan our next moves, preparing for what is bound to happen II. Touching the cold and dew-soaked metals of the car. It's smooth, yet tough, and if it ever came down to it, it could stand up for me and take a beating. But being a decent driver, I believe nothing wrong can happen behind the wheel. Just keep your eyes open, don't blink, don't let everything slip away for one second. I. Conflicts arise, but only within me. Call her a friend “friend?” because I've been caught in playing her on before, but I can't stop playing, flirting, chasing, touching, II. I shouldn't be driving now, but it's necessary. Everyone knew my Intent but me, and here I am, isolated in my alloy shell, protecting me two-fold I. We found a room and crashed II. through a thicket of yellow and white I. sheets tangled and trapping II. me under the shredded metal I. bed frame, the accomplice to this bad idea II. goes through my head and I'm worried it's my last I. time I'm allowed here because I ****** up again II. and again and again and constantly rolling and falling, I blinked.
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mike-haverty
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
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