Wednesday, June 11th, 2003 | 15:17
Peaches and pears. Peaches and pears.

It's about that time and I've been sitting inside my old Yahoo mailbox, deleting hundreds of old emails while listening to this song on repeat for the last hour or so. I'm starting to get hungry, but I've got the power.
Happy birthday, my un-blood-related brotha.
Piece of out.

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