| blast the Blondie and bake up a storm
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| Crackulates: I have diaz before lunch
Crackulates: and he warns us about the 10th floor "ratoncitos"
KmLn88: oh, those crazy ratoncitos
Crackulates: if you ever make it as a rapper
KmLn88: if?
Crackulates: your posse should be
Crackulates: los ratoncitos
Crackulates: kristen y los ratoncitos
Crackulates: what a nice ring that has
KmLn88: ...
KmLn88: i have a few things to say to that
-emcee MIA
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| "Oh, I don't know. It's not that easy."
"That's why you have to do it," I said.
"That's why you have to do it, too."
Natalie leaned in and put her elbows on the table. "Don't
you ever feel like we're chasing something? Something bigger. I don't know,
it's like something that only you and I can see. Like we're running, running,
running?"
"Yeah," I said. "We're running alright.
Running with scissors."
step one - sigh. summer. rest. dance. step two - take on the world.
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