I. Hillary Duff's
Come Clean is stuck in my head, since Bauhaus was blaring it as I walked by on the way home tonight. I have an endless barrage of memories like this. Today the scent of grapes, the swing of my bag, the sound of my book, and Hillary's voice blended against the steps and cars.
I'm still humming it.
I'm coming clean
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