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the last sunset

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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Live spelled backwards: Evil.

L would probably curl up his toes right now and give me a pat on the arm and share his strawberry with me. Damn, I want that hair. I want a death note as well. Schedule it right after that exam on friday which I have not studied for. Yes, please. Fold the rays of light and crop up the picture, I need to fit it in here. Not there, here. Yes, here.

meep.

smiled at the sun again @ 9:13 PM,




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