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I don't get out. I don't know anyone. All I ever do is mix music, play on my expensive laptop and draw up new tattoos. And watch. He doesn't see me, but I see him. Wait, I take that back. I watched him run away after he spotted me when I first arrived. That hurt me more than anyone will ever know. Post a comment in response: |
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