"i love your voice," i said. "it's so...perfect. it's like 90's emo without the whine, and indie rock without the theatrics."
"thank you," he said.
it's so soon...i can't...handle it.
and i'm so tired, and i can't say much today...
but i need to become interestingly photogenic
by the jamie stewart show.
i danced today.
that is all. no picture.
i can't...handle it...
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