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Your Mom's Harry S. Truman.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
sick or something.
my body is fighting against me.
something isn't right.
I wish I knew what.
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letter of intent.
Mayonnaise legs!
dear bitch in the tutu,
Wonder I do.
moral of the story: nightcaps are good.
sick or something.
there will always be parties.
that really pretty thing I've been listening to ov...
courage ravioli mothafucka.
dear new york times,
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