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Friday, June 25, 2010
why:
"You
know
what it means; it means nothing."
That might be it.
I keep looking for signs.
We lived by the lake, and the mice came in, even to the iguana cage. I spent 9/11 on the couch with the horizon strip mall who threw me when I was bad.
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