If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way
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Down on forty-second street Where the elite all retreat to greet You can see them coming from everywhere Every kind of man and woman you will find there
There are men who love women who love men
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last saturday at work, i was talking with amanda and lori (two waitresses at work) about my stupid fear of spiders, which recently has felt like it has escalated into a bizzare ridiculous paralyzing fear, and we were laughing about a time last january or so, when i giant spider decided to creep down from the ceiling in a doorway in the restaurant
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