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That's right, less than one week until the big move. In honor of that, I'd like to tell you guys a little about Daly City.
. . . your tummy gets all shivery every time a boy opens his mouth? 'Cuz if so, I'm in love with The Get Up Kids. Yes, the whole band. I want a boy to say to me, "Trespass fits you like a charm." In case anyone was wondering why Lynn doesn't have a boyfriend I think that statement gets at the heart of it: there is something fundamentally wrong with what I want out of a boyfriend. Seriously, who would say that to someone?