So I was all happy to not see him. But I'm seeing him again. He was sorry. He wants some fun, and so do I. I will go and rock his nice normal-guy world until it falls apart and he dies of fear and exhaustion. Then in the morning I will go home.
You're reading this, so you must have too much time on your hands. It's just my lame attempts to communicate with the world, or myself. What I'm trying to communicate, I ain't so sure... All resemblance to any people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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