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Your Mom's Harry S. Truman.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
dear atticus finch,
and by atticus finch,
I mean gregory peck,
lets hang out,
go on holiday,
talk concepts.
you can teach me how to get things right the first time.
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you have a good day.
eat.
business class is made for sketching
would you believe.....anything?
we'll always have cabbage.
dear atticus finch,
everything is going wrong, but we're so happy.
You know, you never dressed weather-appropriate, t...
it was certainly a emotional party kind of day.
envy.
made fire, again: it was about time.
*insert bullshit here*
first thin line last
hi, my name is:
and the faker is......
hook, line and the root of the root.
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