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SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

 

The record player was left on last night.

It's almost broken, but nothing a little

duct tape can't fix.

 

SHUT UP I'M NOT LISTENING

 

He's calling and calling and calling

but I'm too busy to answer, I'm sorry.

You can call back when I get out of these diapers.

For now, though, I'll just sit in my

filth.

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ashley-r-prince
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Sep 16, 2012
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