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He writes, she draws. They both like big sunglasses.
He writes, she draws. They both like big sunglasses.
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- Silhouettes, Version 2.0
- Like the Postal Service song?
- Thank you, Mr. Gorey.
- Rewriting Dialogue
- Subtext
- Don't pretend you haven't thought about this, too.
- And now: Thank you, Mr. Mucha.
- Thanks, Mr. Lichtenstein
- Left to my own devices
- I hate your calamari-themed dress, as well.
- Welcome to your subconscious.
- Nice ass, indeed.
- Ultimately, it was this disparity in cloud-shape f...
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- Who doesn't love a metatext?
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