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02.20.02 - 7:31 p.m. - squee. it kills to think that you and i could be in the same place at the same time. if i saw you on accident i think my heart would just sorta fall out. and then a waitress named edna would step on it and squish my aortas flat. (i'm glad i don't know where you are most of the time) |