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i call shotgun, just to be closer to him. They argue about seating, i see his emotions flare, it hurts me to see him like this, so i volunteer. but i dont fit. we dont fit. He panics and drives, and leaves us there it kills me but i cannot let it show why cant i show this? why cant i feel this? Lorcan, the man, of my dreams
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Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC
He Drives
i call shotgun, just to be closer to him. They argue about seating, i see his emotions flare, it hurts me to see him like this, so i volunteer. but i dont fit. we dont fit. He panics and drives, and leaves us there it kills me but i cannot let it show why cant i show this? why cant i feel this? Lorcan, the man, of my dreams
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Algerian
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC
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