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there were even metaphors about oatmeal
i had an entry and it was deep and poignant and beautiful and you probably would have cried when you read it but then my computer threw itself out the window and all was lost into oblivion so now all you get is a run-on sentence and no capitalization. i'm going to bed early. FIN. 2:22 a.m., Wednesday, Jun. 08, 2005 |
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