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That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.
The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You
That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.
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9 comments:
i hate you. my latina gangsta i will cut you mang photo, seriously?
oh, now i can't tell who is saying what. who hates whom? can't we all just sign our letters?
you can't TELL? i look like i'm doing the chickenhead. xo, hannah
okay, so i guessed. but no, you do not look like you're doing the chickenhead. or perhaps i'm saying that because i'm not totally sure what the chickenhead is. regardless, i think you both look lovely. :)
my favorite picture from that trip is the one where mame is looking daggers at you for drinking a glass of water. remember? god, austin. what a time. --h
i've got that photo on my wall.
it reminds me not to drink water pretentiously.
it does not, however, remind me not to drink.
what up, gangstas? just dropping by to say, ohmygod. and i have to agree with hannah, that picture of mamie draggering sally might be the greatest of all time.
MAMIE says: well, that bitch took my water. what was i supposed to do.
actually, i don't think she did.
HANNAH, it looks like we're holding hands under the table.
no one's ever going to believe we're straight.
mamie's signature leg pat...sweet. my grandmother does the same thing.
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