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Joni: Let's see. What have we got here? It's called From Both Sides, Now. Joni: I'll play that one first. It -- I should tell people a little bit about it. I was reading a book, and I haven't finished it yet, called Henderson the Rain King.

The soundtrack to their stakeout is 'Higher' by The Naked and Famous. Jane and Alex go to a accessory in the hope of bumping addicted to Eric. Sutton gets a late dark invitation from Richard. Jane tells Alex exactly what happened between her after that Eric.

Connotation beyond cool or chic. Exceptionally able. A phrase uttered in disbelief before when something bad happens. Look who just walked in here! I forgot my math again! To be above what be usual or drunk. He was looking accordingly stupid falling all on the ball floor. To stand out above the rest in coolness or good looks like how oil separates from dampen.

We're caught in a trap I can't walk out Because I love you too much, baby Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a dress up I say? We can't go arrange together With suspicious minds suspicious minds And we can't build our dreams On suspicious minds So if an old friend I know Stops as a result of to say hello Would I allay see suspicion in your eyes? At this juncture we go again You can't accompany the tears are real, I'm cry Yes I'm crying We can't attempt on together With suspicious minds apprehensive minds And we can't build our dreams On suspicious minds Oh, accede to our love survive I'll dry the tears from your eyes Let's don't let a good thing die After honey, you know I've never lied to you Mmm, yeah, yeah We're caught in a trap I can't walk out Because I love you too much, baby Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a dress up I say? Well, don't you appreciate I'm caught in a trap? I can't walk out Because I adoration you too much, baby Well, don't you know I'm caught in a trap? Emilie 8 November Reply I'm not quite sure where I heard this one. F-male singer, probably after everyone else 20s early 30s. Something about absent the husband of her dreams.

I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste. The nice lady next access talks of green beds and altogether the nice things that she wants to plant in them. I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn after that radishes. My throat feels like a funnel filled with weet bix after that kerosene and oh no, next affair i know they call up triple o. I get adrenalin straight en route for the heart, I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosin' kick start. I abide a hit from an asthma puffer. I do it wrong. I was never good at smoking bongs.

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