‘I don’t want this anymore.’ That’s all I heard her say, as I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door.
I’ve got music in my bones, and my bike under my feet. Thing’s started to look different as I got out on the street.
I’ve got music in my bones, and my bike under my feet. Thing’s started to look different as I got out on the street.
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