Sometimes, when I'm at a cafe, and I see a pretty girl, my vision clouds with a pink mist also. I've learned that if I just breathe in the mist, I become the man I want to be.
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Sometimes, when I'm at a cafe, and I see a pretty girl, my vision clouds with a pink mist also. I've learned that if I just breathe in the mist, I become the man I want to be.
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