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(ɘɔnɒludmA) I don't know how to talk to you without feeling like neon red siren screaming ambulance with bad brakes and a blown tire hauling through a busy intersection where the crosswalks are full of children laughing. And you're a pedestrian soon to be in need of my stretcher.
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Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
Nervous Urgency
(ɘɔnɒludmA) I don't know how to talk to you without feeling like neon red siren screaming ambulance with bad brakes and a blown tire hauling through a busy intersection where the crosswalks are full of children laughing. And you're a pedestrian soon to be in need of my stretcher.
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Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
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