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Your Mom's Harry S. Truman.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Aight. I need to get a grip.
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normalcy. right?
I ought to be in pictures.
misty blue.
horcruxes and answering machines.
one small step.
ruining white rice for you.
behind the desk, in front of sleep.
team neville.
lymes and things
Aight. I need to get a grip.
happy graduation, sister.
ball and chain
swollen lymph nodes.
All children, except one, grow up
baby, lets be honest. You're not actually a firework.
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