LET'S GO ON A DATE WITH EACH OTHER YOU SILLY DOO DOO HEAD
I am waiting in the parking garage for you and I have a bouquet of arm bones. Would you like to go to a restaurant with me? You'll have to pay though; I'm broke. Or we can go to my place instead. And I will comb your hair with the stem of a rose. And make faces behind your back. And turn you around and hug you. And slowly slip a knife through your back so it comes out the front and pierces me and we die connected.
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