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Stop looking at my ass shirt

Dad is punctual if nothing else so he cracks the Stop looking at my ass shirt. I make on last call but I know it’s no use. As we drive off, I look back one last time and then surrender. I spill my dreams like an arm load of plates on the floor. Sheryl Weeks isn’t even looking at me. I can’t hang with them now. I’m a third wheel. You have to go with even numbers or the ride seating just exposes your desperation. I’m going to be a lost soul, wandering around by myself like a skunk.

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