he called me a heartbreaker.
something like i shatter punk rock boys hearts, maybe a 13 thrown in there somewhere.
i should have not been such a nancy and kissed you.
he says he's not much of a sid, now, then, bad joke.
i dunno where you were but you pretty much ruled my life for a while. i was smitten beyond repair.
and i still think of the first time i met you at W21 with cj humping your leg.
are you still smitten?
aha, ahem. uh-yeah.
good old fashioned teenage punk rock puppy love.
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