PART THREE
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Criticize the way you fly
When you're soarin' through the sky
Shoots you down and then they sigh, and say
"She looks like she's been through it"
Lord, what will become of me
Once I've lost my novelty?
I've had too much to drink tonight
And I know it's sad
But this is what I think about
And I wake up in the middle of the night
It's like I can feel time moving
How can a person know everything
At eighteen, but nothin' at twenty-two?
And will you still want me when I'm nothin' new?
- nothing new
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FanfictionWestlake, South Carolina. Home to Brooklyn Callahan, the best latte maker on the east coast. Or so her mom tells her. She's lived in the mundane town with two stop lights her whole life, never needing more than the beach, her record player, and thre...
