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The way your hair blows in the wind,that little grin you do when your laughing with your friends. Only if I could just go up to you grab you by the shirt and just start making out with you and you won't stop me. When we would pull away you say, "Hi nice to meet you."
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Bina. Official Outsider. Greasers are my thing. "Stay Gold,Ponyboy. Stay Gold"

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