to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
jag tror att min stortå mötte hennes sköte alldeles nyss. vilken bitterljuv händelse. uppe i varv och patetisk allt tillsammans i samma gryta.
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