So stop motion never happened, and Carrie never spent the night. The family didn't come over because our basement flooded, but the concert was a blast. That's pretty much it.
Hate is easy. Love takes courage.
It's screwed up I know, but no matter how many times I tell myself that, it never seems to change my thinking. 'Cause it's not really thinking. It's feeling.
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