I'm not sitting on a plastic lawn chair with my feet in a paddling pool. I'm not wearing a shirt with bleach stains on my back, nor a fanny pack around my waist. No, I'm not running a mid-afternoon yard sale. I have a world, that i like, that i prefer to play inside. I'm a master of faces, and i could have sworn you're a messy one. There's no room for your toys and empirical ploys here.
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