Writey writey writey writey...
Typey typey typey typey...
Writey writey writey writey...
Occasional dancy dancy dancy dancy...
Y!M to Chris, lyrics for asrana and music in my walkman.
Does it get any better than this? Only when I meet him, give the tapes to her and find my wretched discman. ~s~
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