TOO much conversation for a woman, too much conversation for a man.
Where's the fairy tale again, which was never a fairy tale – it's understood. Or maybe not, since first, second and third intentions make you wonder...
Once you say G – it's F E D C B A, flat and sustained. Lord have mercy, what's this thing again...
You were always playing lovely in the land of excuses. I'm so important but my pride keeps me factual.
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