Its just a past of the memory, walking down the corner of the street.
I watching you taking a cab yellow, toward Star Buck direction, about to get in, he walking toward me....at the traffic light await on his phone. My mother saying ....."Hi!"
You imagine I just get out of the house by command. What commanding is that?
One of this Tim Cook if were me.
We suppose to be freak out, and the corner of my eyes?
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