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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 wrote a big page of stuff about what i want in a guy. i'm not picky much of it is normal things like except what i like, not hit me, be nice..blah blah blah. not much to ask for i think but i guess so. i'm just being 'boy struct' i guess because i'm alone and sad. boys crush me and it hurts. i'm going to talk to wes on the phone. a boy that fits practicly everything in my list but it won't ever work out. super great boy though |