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2004-09-13
Love It's the type of nights where I sit outside Common Grounds for four hours talking to a boy I don't really know, yet feel like I do, that makes me love life. There's nothing like talking about this weird scar right here? you see that? rather than writing about Castro. I love it. Plus! I can sorta juggle now. I have the foundations laid, it's only a matter of time, I'll be joining the circus. |
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