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Saturday, February 11, 2006: s

somewhere somehow she’s sleeping and smoking a cigarette and someone is stealing so they can slowly start to stand and say so long to sad situations and welcome to wonderful wednesdays where we all will wander through wishes when a hello for him held holy significance and made us see circles in our silly story.

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