Think BBQ skewers and Mean Girls quotes, of apple shots and tranny servers.
Cliques both old and new; no matter how many times you try to dice water, it'll never break.
Are we gonna be mere recollections of each other's youths? Or are we gonna continue the thread we forged out of initial glances and small awkward conversations that blossomed into secret codes and sitcom quotes?
Mouthful sentences usually doesn't merit reading, but its an honest verbal diarrhoea with nary a thought about sentence structures and grammar (or just a convenient excuse for the lack thereof).
This is a blog, not a novel.
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