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Sometimes, I don't think I know when to tell myself to STOP.
Until it's too late, and by that point I feel sheepish, and, well. You know how it goes.
Until it's too late, and by that point I feel sheepish, and, well. You know how it goes.
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You should come hang out with Lindsay and myself soon to pull us out of our reclusive states of being! Or my reclusive state of being, anyway. Seriously. I'm becoming a hermit, I can tell.
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I like this idea.
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