look away
cool guys don't look
theirs smells
better than mine
sniff, sniff
look out
skip
dodge
think, walk, talk
squish
slide
damn
scrape, scrape
damn
scrape, shuffle
damn
need grass
no grass
tread's brown
damn
scrape, scrape
shuffle
sniff
damn
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