it's that time of the year when some butterflies come crashing in your stomach and you can't keep that darn smile off of your face when you most probably looked like a freaking raccoon. oh, the irony of it all. but what-the-hey, if it's what can sustain me in the wee hours of morning, then im all yours beybeh..
on the other hand, lemme think if he recognize this girl oogling at him.
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