And he told me it was summer, and to stop writing.
And I bought a vintage dress that made me feel pretty.
And my clock is still in Utah time.
And she told me she jumped on bentley's tramoline and I was jealous.
And I still have time to facebook stalk.
And I took her phone, because she was texting too slow
And I drank too much tea.
And sometimes I wonder what exactly makes them so much better than us.
And I told him I was a writer, and that's what I do.
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