All the Real Girls Page #2

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I think there is as

bad poetry...

the factory,

except that it talks about...

Percocet and pies

the pecan nut.

What?

I have a secret.

But you must come here.

There.

Hi, hello, hello, hello...

Continue.

Hi, hi, hi...

Bo, if Clivery starts racing

This weekend I need...

you as co-pilot.

Remember

pte as the man shot?

As in the race for Dries...

with this guy who stuck his ass.

Clivery emerged from his car and

climbed a tree to the beat.

The guy in the tree yelled:

''Get out! Stop climb!''

Remember?

My God.

If we put

of naphthalene in my body?

Why are you so quiet?

Marshall...

said that you saw with my sister.

He has seen.

Oh yeah?

And then?

I do not like this idea too.

I hope he has nothing else

tell me...

I do not like it too, you know?

Both say that the truth

Mary-Margaret...

rose today,

she knew what she wanted...

We knew other fowl,

but on a personal favorite play.

You love now?

What can you do it?

It's not as if it were your sister.

Crap.

''You make that age

never die.''

My God!

You do not know everything about me.

I can tell you the same thing.

Really?

I wrote a song

that.

Let's go.

Three, four...

Double one!

You won... or lost.

I did not know

you played music.

Tip spoke little of it.

- He does not really speak.

- Watch the retractor.

I'll be careful.

Thank you.

Anything.

Rasta.

Are you stupid or you're blind, Noel?

Neither one nor the other.

You know not really.

What are you talking about? It was typed

all girls in the city.

- It is not true.

- It's true. Ask him.

- As you asked him?

- Got sleep with her?

And then he throws.

- I hate you.

- I throw it.

That's right.

Because you are different.

Tip, you can ask it,

please?

The difference...

is that you come here

and you know how it is!

I think I hate you.

I hate you.

If it is so horrible,

why is your best friend?

Pose that thing!

Get out!

- Find someone else.

- But you have a face funny.

- Pardon?

- Listen...

No, Mom!

Bubbles a stomach ache.

I need you.

Please.

- I do not know.

- Do you take two hours.

Not touch me like that, in clown.

Hello?

Bravo, Mom.

Bravo.

But with you is...

different.

I like being with you because...

Because you look and you listen.

You know...

You interests you.

When we were young, I was too

beast for me accountable.

Got Pete?

And you are.

You will always be happy.

Not talking.

- I said something stupid?

- No, sometimes...

I like...

I had no

Ten seconds to live.

One, two, three...

- Sun.

- Four.

- Gypsum.

- Five.

- Here, I know.

- Six.

- Pick cherries.

- Sept.

- Ten.

- Eight.

Ten.

I love the mountains.

I will t'arranger it a bit.

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