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[um_coeur]

Anger never gave birth to eloquence, so I had been biting my tongue.

For a split second, last night, driving to Iceland seemed entirely possible. Make a left onto Six Forks and drive past the ocean.

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[rivermilk]

I want to quote that first sentence in madmad ways.
I also want to paint it all over the walls and tattoo it on my body, as well as on the bodies of everyone I meet within a fifty-mile radius. I think I kind of want to Flinstone it onto a wall as well. Chisel, chisel.