Because I am barely breathing, my brain is beginning to bleed bad. But before I believe that my bunk bed will buckle under bundles of burning beats, I'll beg my brother to blame the blue barnacle that bet on beaver's bomb. Because B's freaking break the bounty of better girls well-being. Bi Bate Bou.
:'(
But you know what?
It's gonna be okay.
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