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| Head on my second-grade desk daydreaming of you, Debra. Devising means to fell these school walls and place you in my arms � tornados, nuclear wars � just so you could duck & cover with me. Then I would load the school bus with you and all the other pretty girls in class. But don�t be jealous; you would be my only mate once I drove us to safety in the untouched wilderness, where we would forge our new world. |
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