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| I remember the sad feeling I got a few hours before I left | |
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| Packing everything I needed and couldn't live without into my suitcase | |
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| My Punk Rock CD's, My Playboy's and my socks | |
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| I got so sad I had to go downstairs and cry for half an hour until I saw they were running a Pee-wee's Playhouse marathon on Nick Jr which I watched until I had to leave | |
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| Of course being distracted by Mr, Window's googly eyes I forgot to go upstairs and get my suitcase | |
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