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[her_revolution]

When I was eight I got really sick at my grandma's house. Everyone was asleep, and I sat on the bathroom floor wishing it would stop. The grain of the door designed itself into eyes&mouths and I remember praying to God just to make it stop; to let me be okay

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[multiplication]

I know I don't know you very well and I'm not that great of a listener/advice giver but I'm always here. If it's easier through AIM or you could give me a call. (448-8068) I don't have a car or I'd figure that'd be the best solution. I hope you're okay, <3.

[her_revolution]

Thanks Becky...you have no idea how much that means to me. We'll have to talk/hang out soon...I need to know about all of the new things going on with you! <3

[multiplication]

I saw you saw you saw you saw you! I guess I need to fucking buy a cell phone.

Anyway here's the story in quick detail. Lindsay and I went to Wild Oats at probably 5ish or something and we're pulling into that little section where it is & Old Navy. And you were so pulling out in your car and laughing or smiling.

And I just wanted to call you! Some other time.

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[her_revolution]

I just commented to this in your journal!
Amie and I went to grab a snack after a protest. If only we would have stayed a little longer!
You need to get a celly, and I need to get some minutes.
Definitely some other time. <3