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it had started to rain, but we didnt care every word that was spoken held onto the air |
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i can't sleep. i keep walking around my house like a speedy 75 year old in my death cab for cutie shirt and my superman underwear [so many mixtures of ages]. i'm also watching mash. clinger is so neat. there is no one to talk to. so for now its just me, my granola bar, raisins for later, and good ol' mash. |