Quotes:It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
The bus, and it's hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy [been visiting london again then have we jess?]
This bump is very strange, but it sure does mean that I'm good at pitching the baseball that I get in the major league, mama
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