Hmm, tis like 3.45 am and I sit her staring idly at the pc screen before me, clutching an outdoor fleece about me due the cursed Irish weather. Waiting foe someone to re-appear on aim so I can apologize…heh…its happened again. These games have stolen my soul and any shred of decency I had once reclaimed, and further more I realize that by posting
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She luffs you.
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I may not be much of a presence anymore, but if I could find a way to make the gladiator strut about again during a random 4 hour out of the blue talk, I would. Hang in there and stop listening to Creep, it doesn't fit you.
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