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The sparkle in her eye was not a sign of her cheery demeanour, but rather a shard of glass from the decanter I threw at her.
posted by the boy who cried existential crisis at 11/09/2006 01:08:00 am
hyper analytical sensitive soul leaves assorted creative detritus for perusal by public
posted by the boy who cried existential crisis at 11/09/2006 01:08:00 am
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