One day, I'm going to get away.
I'm going to get a new Ipod and fill it to the brink with nothing but Mat Kearney and Snow Patrol, and I'm going to get in a car and drive.
I'd like to think you'd miss me terribly, but maybe not. Maybe I'm vain, and you wouldn't miss me at all. I was told the other day that I'm naive, since I try to see "only the
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