242 prose.So let me lay it all out for you. I never used to be a bad guy, but I won’t deny that it came to me pretty naturally. I was a good kid, never drank, smoked, or even had sex. But I did love to fight. One night it got out of hand. There was this little hole-in-the-wall club I used to hang at. No one knew where it was, the door looked like a delivery entrance at the back of city hall. It had a little sign that said ‘Employees Only.’ It was called Club Eiffel. None of us really knew how we knew. There was no indication of the name anywhere outside or inside. The door was covered with dead vines and rust. That night it had been s242 prose.
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"I can turn a gray sky blue,
I can make it rain, when I want it to..."
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Now, take everything into consideration when I ask you this question.
Pants...or no pants?
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"I can turn a gray sky blue,
I can make it rain, when I want it to..."
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Now, take everything into consideration when I ask you this question.
Pants...or no pants?
"work work work 2morrow!" haha
i love how thats not gonna happen:]
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"I can turn a gray sky blue,
I can make it rain, when I want it to..."
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Now, take everything into consideration when I ask you this question.
Pants...or no pants?
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