Me, Summer, 1991 in my trailer in the redwoods. Working in a kitchen in the middle of a forest surrounded by children, spending my spare time eating Otterpops, listening to the smiths and hoping that one day I would I find my prince...
And the prince would ride up on a white horse, dismount, open the visor of his silvery helmet and say, "Honey, Sweetheart, Baby: First we're going to have to re-think your hair...."
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And the prince would ride up on a white horse, dismount, open the visor of his silvery helmet and say, "Honey, Sweetheart, Baby: First we're going to have to re-think your hair...."
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