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[featherfals]

I was about to write this depressing entry about how much I hate not talking to my ex-boyfriend...and how I feel like the walls are closing in on me...and how my skin feels electric. And then my doorbell rang. Trick-or-Treaters. A group of twelve year olds. This is how it went

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[ww2planes1]

hehe. a nice alternative to a depressing entry.

although, I do wonder about those kids... I certainly stopped trick-or-treating well before the age at which I began regarding twenty-somethings as 'hot'

*speaks in a crotchety old-man voice*
What's the matter with kids these days?

[jonograph]

Here here.

[anonymous]

you are hot. and if we had the same size feet, i would want to borrow your shoes. <3 kira