I was in a world. Some people were with me. I knew someone was gonna take out a rifle for awhile. Then this thin, quirky black teen did and I got a hold of the rifle and kept saying I wanna see if something is in this. Someone came in. It never shot.
I forget the nostalgia, but it was in it. It was like mellow and sorta dark and pastel. It was like Chloe Sevigny's closet.
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