For a moment, I think I have them. Maybe they even want me to believe it. All I know is fashion rarely has this substance, this depth. The texture of Petrovsky and Ramone’s pictures tacks metallic in my mouth, while the attitude is so thick it’s hard to digest. I bite off more than I can chew, and the moment of thinking I have them ends.
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