I think those clothes you wore today would look better on my bedroom floor.
Oh, how many times? Through the years, when an angel appears. There he is, my twenty something. Everybody needs to have a twenty something, somewhere in their past.
Look at you.
You’re looking at me.
Yes, I am, yes siree.
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