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April 1st used to be the first day of a new year.
I feel like I've got a million things to say and a million memories to write and all this stuff rattling through my head.
Maybe I'll be able to write it sometime.
In the meantime, I'd better hear about a pile of saran-wrapped toilets or other tomfoolery.
I feel like I've got a million things to say and a million memories to write and all this stuff rattling through my head.
Maybe I'll be able to write it sometime.
In the meantime, I'd better hear about a pile of saran-wrapped toilets or other tomfoolery.
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millions of hearts and kisses and all that icky gushy stuff
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