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We can surf on a rocket to the Paper Moon. We could be big people looking back at the Earth. We would know all the secrets of the universe. And Everything would be brighter than sunshine*
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3 comments:
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Those jeans you got that were expensive and you thought were super awesome, you know the ones right?
I kinda (kinda not) liked them. And I kinda thought they looked....um...torn up. Or at least they will before too long.
So there.
Try making some more fun of my bowel movements, missy.
Torn up? That's harsh les. I mean, making fun of me is one things, but my jeans? Now that's just below the belt.
Ummm....gross.... :)
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