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Jun 01, 2005 22:53

I pity the boy, who loves such a girl. She'll ruin his life. Distracting him from his proper affairs with follies of her disease. She's bringing him down, everyone sees that, 'cept him. Love is blind, and for that she's lucky. Pretty she may be, but such an ugly disease that inhabits her mind.

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lemonadiac August 17 2005, 12:41:31 UTC
Do you speak of yourself in the third person? I do that when i'm scared.

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