my feet are burning. with anticipation. wanting to come off, but my feet smell. and it's embarrassing. not becasue i want to have a dance party, but it's gonna be time to sleep.
"i'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you, where we can both fall far in love. i'm on the EDGE WITH YOU."
"there ain't no reason you and me should be alone TONIGHT YEAH BABY, TONIGHT YEAH BABY."
take your shoes off the bed. and i did as i was told. still in my stinky leather shoes and black navy cargo shorts.
i hate it here.
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