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Sep 26, 2005 14:09

I'm sitting here in class. No idea what's going on. I look over to Vince. I feel like killing him. I left my knife at home. Guess it will have to wait until later. My mind drifts. I look back up at the teacher spewing visual studio babble that I can't comprehend at the moment. Vince makes a noise, drawing my attention to him agian. I feel my rage ( Read more... )

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hanji_moti September 29 2005, 01:24:52 UTC
We both you don't really hate me. I think that was proved by the way you touched me last night.

Do it again.

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box_wizard September 30 2005, 05:10:19 UTC
ya, i think you're mistaken. that was some fantasy you had last night. and the role of me was played by your pillow.

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