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As a child, I talked to shoes and spoons. I would come up with characters for every shoe, if the shoes wouldnt have a match (another pair) I would say they were loners and refused to play with them. With the spoons, the spatula's would always marry the ladles, and such and such. I enjoy the fact that thats probably the only way I made it through my
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that algebra test is gonna kill me. so is everything else.
i hate hard weeks...they're so scary.
hey! depending on how this hard week goes, do you wanna do something that weekend, or this upcoming weekend? just you and me? si?
love ya girl.
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