This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon,
it rolls in from the sea.
Sunday, it was cold and dusty, and my day sucked; opposite of my best friend's. Ugly clothes tend to be beautiful insulin. The highlight of my night was Toucan calling me, to ask about carroling at my house with Joe, and Phillip.
In the end, they weren't carroling, they were studying at Starbucks.
Deceitful.
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