Well, I felt like I was checking who's in the class. But now I know this room's not empty. Before this, I wasn't sure I still had a blog. I would say it to people, and then think about it. Like when we were little, we had this blond kid saying he's going to a Haddaway concert. Nobody believed him. He kept singing all day long "What is love? Baby don't hurt me!" while playing football with the other kids. They didn't speak English. stranger's cat/my feet and Akos' in Budapestian bus/the very source of conflict, yummy apples |
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