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**** the way you say nonsense syllables because it makes me weak in the knees. Your verbalization of a non-vernacular, space-filling, time-stealing thought makes me melt like Popsicle Boy’s spine when he realized he couldn’t chase the lightning bug anymore. You’re just two steps shy of blind in more ways than one, and your ribcage is such a terrible pillow. Um.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
Um, or Oh.
**** the way you say nonsense syllables because it makes me weak in the knees. Your verbalization of a non-vernacular, space-filling, time-stealing thought makes me melt like Popsicle Boy’s spine when he realized he couldn’t chase the lightning bug anymore. You’re just two steps shy of blind in more ways than one, and your ribcage is such a terrible pillow. Um.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
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