allowing the contents of the stomach to move upwards into the esophagus

when i talk to you over the phone. i pop a breath mint. i don't care how crazy that sounds.

It was more popular internationally and ultimately meant they escaped alive

I like the rain because you can walk out and cry in it.

You can walk for hours and no one will know you are crying, because it just looks like you have rain on your face.

Even if people do get close enough to realise. [Like when you stop at a crossing.]

It doesn't matter because they are trying to get out of the rain. They have somewhere to go.

So they don't ask questions. They just keep walking.