He intently listens to the tiny disco elephant, and enjoys
He sits, shawshanked as he is, comfortable. He wishes that this time would never end or change. The crisp fluid animations attract his attention. Then his friend beckons him to leave. He chugs his beer and rushes for the stairs and ultimately the door. Outside he yearns to hear the voice and genious of the barcalonan he had heard for the first time only hours earlier.
Unbelieveable! Earth, wind and fire plus luxton school equals pure euphoria.
He is confused. Well not as much confused as overwhelmed. His friends work around him. He doesn't know what he wrote but he is sure that it really won't make sence in the morning. He wonders why Dab bullies tinnski.
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