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Every single second it’s another parsec. I know I’m a wreck, but the least you could do is visit. I’ll grab you a map, so long as you don’t look at the distance. I promise you won’t miss it. What’s another car trip? No, you won’t get carsick. It’ll be but a minute. Plus I got a plane, so it’s nothing but a thing. What do you say? Wanna be my Sunday?
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
Jetlagged
Every single second it’s another parsec. I know I’m a wreck, but the least you could do is visit. I’ll grab you a map, so long as you don’t look at the distance. I promise you won’t miss it. What’s another car trip? No, you won’t get carsick. It’ll be but a minute. Plus I got a plane, so it’s nothing but a thing. What do you say? Wanna be my Sunday?
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
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