I love the hours of speculation and then it turns into nothing, again. No collective memory. None. Nothing ever turns out to be anything but everybody thinks everything is something.
Everything turned out to be nothing they remember nothing and think nothing is something the next time all over again.
I love the hours of speculation and then it turns into nothing, again. No collective memory. None. Nothing ever turns out to be anything but everybody thinks everything is something.
Everything turned out to be nothing they remember nothing and think nothing is something the next time all over again.
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