he said, " Let's move away to hawaii and
we'll live on the beach and work super shitty jobs
and surf everyday and eat fresh produce."
she said, "Or lets build a beach here in the
living room and fuck every Tuesday in my kiddie pool."
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The cold part of the rain is the cute part. The best part of charlottesville is the worst part. Productive eyes meet half way with broken guitar strings and half hearted heart beats, messed up sleep walked though teeth and blue rays on angry purely distilled red rooftops.
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