I don’t know maybe I freak her out, Maybe she thinks I’m trouble. What was she thinking, when I don’t know what I was thinking. Freak on a pipe is what. Then today seeing me, She throws a solemn “hey”, Grumpily turning around, walked away. Rating 3.00 out of 5
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