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Elvis never could carry a tune/ And she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon/ She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin/ Saying well why don't I begin again/ With turpentine and patches/ With cold, cold Campbell's from the canFollowing
Britta: Vacations are wasted on the young. You guys gotta go out there and see the world at some point, or your gonna miss your entire lives!
Annie: Where did you go, Britta?
Britta: Amsterdam…I think. I’ll know more when I find my camera.Community 1x13, Investigative Journalism
Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have yet to realize how awesome Britta is.
