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a somewhat snarky, sometimes cranky, borderline stalker-y view of the world from my seat on the bus. No offense meant to anyone.. all of these stories are just made up. I really know nothing about you. And I care even less. I love watching the urbanites as they do their daily dance along the train tracks and bus routes...They make me happy. And sleepy.
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"I love you because you smell like mozzarella."
The real question is if he brought enough for everyone?
There's a million fine looking men in the world, dude. But, they don't all bring you lasagna. Most of 'em just cheat on you.
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