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Another night of self pity.
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009, 11:03 PM
" thanks for ur mug, again. is really cute.""erm... oh ok." "you have to come to my place to collect ur presents. i collected a lot of presents for u." "huh? collected? from who? why can't u bring to work?" " from me. erm... nah, come to my place to get it." stare. walk away. |
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