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This weekend had started off normal. Different from her usual self, not that she knew that, sure, but -- normal, at least, in that no one was chasing her or trying to invade her privacy.
Then this morning she'd woken up and found squirrels perched outside her window. And that had all changed.
Now she was on the run in the warehouse district, ducking through alleys and trying to avoid the squirrels and their tiny, tiny notepads. And how did she keep herself occupied during this mission?
She sang, of course.
"You don't understand
What it is
That makes me tick
But you wish you did..."
Shit, a squirrel! Miley pressed herself up against the wall, stomach sucked in to try to avoid being seen. Then it scampered off and she returned to fleeing and darting between buildings some more.
"You always second-guess, wonderin'
I say yes, but you just
Lose out every time..."
[[oh my god, so open. miley is now miley cyrus from the music video of "fly on the wall." yeah, i went there.]]
Then this morning she'd woken up and found squirrels perched outside her window. And that had all changed.
Now she was on the run in the warehouse district, ducking through alleys and trying to avoid the squirrels and their tiny, tiny notepads. And how did she keep herself occupied during this mission?
She sang, of course.
"You don't understand
What it is
That makes me tick
But you wish you did..."
Shit, a squirrel! Miley pressed herself up against the wall, stomach sucked in to try to avoid being seen. Then it scampered off and she returned to fleeing and darting between buildings some more.
"You always second-guess, wonderin'
I say yes, but you just
Lose out every time..."
[[oh my god, so open. miley is now miley cyrus from the music video of "fly on the wall." yeah, i went there.]]
