"Wanna make a trade?Cougar for a snake;
Wanna fall in love?
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She eyes my like a Pisces when I am weakI've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trapI wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Adam ♫ Scott ♫ Fontaine
♂ / 18 / ♥ / 3rd July, 1993 /
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Adam gave a light laughed, put a little on the spot. "Well, I definitely didn't see all the.. awesomeness. The Monster, the mustaches, the Zelda.. Well, I mean, the Pikachu sweatshirt gave away a bit, but.. You could've just been some little sixteen-year-old brat who thinks they'll fit in with whatever crowd cus they wear a Pokemon character sweatshirt. But, obviously, you're not." They were down on the streets now, travelling his normal work route. Cross-walk here, traffic light here, loud hot dog vendor there. Turn left up ahead, then a right. The same thing, five of the seven days a week. "I didn't really expect you to be as nice, or, I dunno, down to earth? I'm a little too judgmental sometimes," he shrugged.