I made up a song (more like a rap) whose lyrics were:
2-11-50. 0 0 647. 1. 5. 1. 8.
I'll rap it for you sometime, if you ask. And I'll also rap it in my head, while tapping my foot, the next time the public library's website asks me for my library card number. Cuz that's what it is.
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Fo' Shizzle.
Break it up.
So do the numbers make a pattern or something? I didn't look that closely at them.
When I sat at bus stops I used to type with my fingers and toes, only there was no type writer and no one knew I was doing it!
Now I know how to hack into Dani's library account and wreck havoc!!
When you're bored at the bus stop, just think about the love that you secretly pine for. The one that is never far from your thoughts. The one that haunts your dreams, both sleeping and awake. The one that makes your heart go "pitter-pat" and gives you butterflies in your stomach. The one with hair that you yearn to run your fingers through, and whose neck you long to nuzzle. He's waiting for you Dani. Glenn NEEDS you. Run! Find him! LOVE him! (just don't tell Seth!)
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