GLORY! GLORY!
toasting toast and sliding down the ivy. i took a look. i broke the chair with no one there to guide me. and i knocked him down with my looks. she was the only real woman that laughed out loud from my books. and you wish that you can get over it. as if the second time really didn't exist. as if you lost your mind and then got a hold of it. people convince you to do a bunch of crazy shit. because we'll always remain sinners and when i don't invite you out to dinner, you'll get older and you'll be over it. because old age fucks with your memories. and if we wanted something we'd just order it. so cut down the tree or whatevers left of it. as if you lost your mind and suddenly got a hold of it.

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