"So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane."
sexta-feira, 26 de março de 2010
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Your mouth is a gun and your words are like bullets. Stay quiet please, and don't try to kill me.
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