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He raises an eyebrow every time
there’s a new Taylor swift album and I’m
Alone in in my room screaming lyrics
To pop tuned Melodies in C Major
What were you wearing is a dead question. It leads to no solution.
should I tell you my frumpy pants hanging on my frame were illicit? That
a shirt she bought a Mormon girl was too revealing, her body too explicit?
