I'm not going to forget that you left me outside in the trash. I've got a plan to get back at you. When the time comes I'll make my move.
Please peek in the box. We're laying here, waiting to be loved again . I may look like I'm sleeping but I'm not. I'm day dreaming of a new home and a new life.
Don't talk...just listen. I have a plan. We are going to stick together, right? If someone picks me, you hold on tight. We are a package deal.
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