I never thought of my eyes as bullseyes, until ours accidentally locked.
Sticking out in the crowded streets, like I'm dressed in red and white stripes from head to toe. Where in the hell did Waldo hide?
One. Big. Giant. Target.
Fifty points for 1/2 my sandwich
One hundred for getting me to smile
Two hundred and fifty points per per percentage of price inflation
And five hundred points for a digital capturation
What's the exchange rate for cultural exchange?
What's the translation for comfort?
Funny. I've never heard it pronounced that way before.
But I'm beginning to learn to speak your language.
And I'm prepared to pay your price.
Because you're not fooling me. I know there's not just one way or one single rate.
And I'm somewhat wiser now to k
now when NOT to take the bate.
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