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What she tells herself

There you are Sitting at the counter With a girl. A girl, the girl- She's not that pretty. She's a downgrade From me, how could he. Look at her- With those stupid glasses and Elaine Benes Hipster clothes. After me, why would he. Oh look- A DSLR camera that I Bet she doesn't know how to use. Instead of me, why would he.
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carrey-adele
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May 11, 2012
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