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How Do You Make Yourself Not Like Someone?

I Like The Idea That I Can Talk To Any Teenage Girls. You Know, In A Language That Makes Sense To Them.

When Girls Walk Home We Put On Lippy And Makeup. We Chat. Sometimes We Pretend To Be Hunchbacks. But That Is It. Perfectly Normal Behavior.

Through My Curtains I Can See A Big Yellow Moon. I’m Thinking Of All The People In The World Who Will Be Looking At That Same Moon. I Wonder How Many Of Them Haven’t Got Any Eyebrows?

This Is The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life. So Why Is My Hair Sticking Up Like A Cockerel?