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I'm in the undercover again and wishing I weren't so grown. I'm a selfish stubborn boy you won't talk to anymore. and if you won't talk to him, how can you talk to me? and if he can't talk to you, how dare he talk to me? I want the big open field and vows melted down to metal, wrapped around fingers, wrists, reminiscing -- it's not all for nothing. you're here with me now. the perfect romantic comedy. I was too young to remember when this started. I'm old enough to remember most things now. I just can't wait to start (over) again.