“CREEP!” The fifteen-year-old girl yelled. She had bought front row tickets to see The Radio Heads just to hear that song, and now they were playing something with some weird beat. She wanted to dance, but she was too busy wiping away a tear from her eye. She looked up at Tommy York, and implored once more, “CREEP!” He laughed a bit as he leaned toward the microphone to sing another lame lyric about fish.
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bahaha. omg. :’)