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Simon: That's Disgusting! Me: What's Disgusting? Simon: You Know. You Put Your Thing In The Place Where He, Um, Defecates.

You Like Him Because He's A Lost Boy. Believe Me, I've Seen It Happen Before. But Do You Know What Happens To Girls Who Love Lost Boys? They Become Lost Themselves. Without Fail.

I Measure The Moment In The Heartbeats I Skip

I Don't Get This At All. It's Like Protesting The Fact That Some People Are Red-haired.

Because What's The Point Of Something Virtual If It Doesn't End Up Being Real?