Louis
(thin lips)
We ate fried chicken with truffle oil.
I told him how freedom devalued itself.
He sang me a song about moonshinin'.
We drank cider.
When he left, he left hair in my shower.
We ate fried chicken with truffle oil.
I told him how freedom devalued itself.
He sang me a song about moonshinin'.
We drank cider.
When he left, he left hair in my shower.
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