It's impossible to hate you. Either of you. Now I must tread lightly.
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I call for order and to the man whose rib made my body- I call for your forgiveness.
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I want to get an enlarger really freaking bad and to get a new job and to pay these bills. I can't believe driving with a cell phone is worth 160.
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I want to go dancing so bad this week.
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