Step in, Step out.
Look into my crystal ball.
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Zara, 140990hotmail/facebook/tumblr Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity. — Excuse me while I kiss the sky Poetry
Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room.
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Friday, May 1, 2009, 1:38 AM
Miranda: Men are like cabs. When they are available their light goes on. They wake up one day, and then they decide that they are ready to settle down, have babies, or whatever they turn their lights on. The next woman they see, boom! that's the one they'll marry. It's not fate, it's dumb luck. Charlotte: I'm sorry i refuse to believe love is that random. |
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |