how can the son of an english teacher/school board commissioner not be able to spell, at all?
why do the things that make the least sense, feel most right?
(and the chuck taylor of that)
why is it the guy who is perfect for a friend chasing me around the mulberry bush? i hope that i can get his bird circling her bush before he tries to pick a berry from mine. it's gonna be sooooo awkward.
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diggin for brass on shady lane
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