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girl you know it's girl you know it's girl you know it's true...
Her heart palpitated as her socked feet thudded evenly down the hall. She could barely feel the difference, but there it was. It wasn't racing, it wasn't thumping, it wasn't really accelerating in any way, but still, she could feel it. Her arteries were very faintly, very gently, very definitely whispering: FIN. 3:01 a.m., Monday, Feb. 07, 2005 |
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