*eat and run. 2001-04-30 6:09 p.m.*
i want a sandwich. i want a sandwich. i want all that stupid old shit. like rye bread and pickles. rye bread and pickles. you are at a bacc. i really have a lot of work to do. and i had to talk on the phone and almost immediately i felt sorry 'cause i didn't think this would happen again. no matter what i could do or say. just that i didn't think this would happen again. with or without my best intentions. and i want a sandwich. i want a sandwich. i want all that stupid old shit. like rye bread and pickles. rye bread and pickles.
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