The drunk kids, the catholics, they're all about the same. They're waiting for something, hoping to be saved. Well I have been happy the past couple of days, just thinking of the women who've taken your place. And every night I think I certainly won't ever sleep sober or alone. And then suddenly, well, it occurs to me I've slept alone before you. And so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand, and convince myself to lay back down again.
Right on, Connor! Right on!
Veel liefs,
Arno
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