One Jarod’s a lover, and one Jarod’s a fighter. Which Jarod am I? The middle one.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousRoses are red, violets are blue, I have five fingers, the middle one is for you.
The Queen of Zombie HeartsThought is only a flash in the middle of a long night. But this flash means everything.
The Value of Science: Essential Writings of Henri PoincareI am the All Three Cats of love, and if you had to choose, you’d be wise to pick the middle one.
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