I know.
You said not to go.
But I had to.
I had to.
I ran out of glue.
And now,
And now,
I've managed somehow--
--Disgraced--
--Disgraced--
To glue my hands to my face...
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My imagination rhymes! Sometimes. (That one was unintentional. Honest.)
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