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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

My night

My starry night my friend my lindor dark you mean much more than I admit in my silly jokes and my constant avoidance of phone calls
Posted by mad at 11:03 PM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

'tis well you miss those hone calls for there are far too many of them ...and friends do not let friends cultivate bad habits :)

---loner by choice or compulsion?

October 17, 2008 at 2:10 AM

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