I'm going to fly to Greece, and then run through the streets singing ABBA songs.
Then everyone will follow me and we will have a grand parade!
It's going to be great!
Anyone else want to come?
Become "not enough." At what point did we reach this high, this magical place, where my expression of my love for you is not nearly as strong as i though it would be? And at what point did I realize I don't have enough words to explain how much more I'm feeling? All I have is "i Love you." When did I love you become "not enough"?
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I'M COMING!
AND WE CAN SING DANCING QUEEN
AND SAY "LITTLE BOYS WHO PLAY WITH FIRE GET THEIR FINGERS BURNED!"
oo oo ill come!
can i fit in your carry-on?
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