Dear little boy in my house right now,
I am so sorry your mother somehow tricked you into coming to my house to sit around with a bunch of old ladies eating tacos that talk loudly. I know what it's like to be told something's going to be fun, only to find that gouging your eyes out is more entertaining. I was tricked a lot as a little child; I feel your pain.
Sincerely,
Weird girl who said hello in the kitchen.
On a different note...
Sometimes I cannot wait.
And sometimes I do not want to go at all.
I'm gonna miss a lot.
Either way.
I'm gonna miss a lot.
I love this band so much.
I can't get enough.
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