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for spanish class once, we had to make a poster for a movie and i chose casablanca. it was so fun describing the plot, but i was thinking about other things (i have no idea what) at the time and for some reason kept saying "couch blancas". so every time i watch i ponder why i had couches on the brain.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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