good times, good times., by tina k. |
i remember that time when we hung out at my house. i remember that time when we saw that mouse. i also remember that time when we both had to make that mask for art class. and we broke that very large glass. good times good times but we are NEVER gonna relive those days. |
Posted: 2009-12-06 15:42:13 UTC |
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