To be at a nightclub with flashing, coloured lights and a light-up floor- dancing to Lady Gaga's Judas and being idolized and eventually making out with someone pretty great.
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What, you think I want some lemonade or something? Get real! I want parties and attention.
Mine are minute. The furniture still manages to seek them out with radar, though. But if we got them removed, then Little Pig Went to Market would suddenly become very abrupt and inconclusive and sad. And this little pig had none.
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How depressing is that
Okay, as for me I'd like an eclair...
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