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blackroses1026
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Jul 09, 2005 19:18
The wind was squealing past our ears as though there was a kettle somewhere boiling over.
I absolutely cherish my friends, who are, for the record, the only two people I can trust.
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nueterbrain
July 10 2005, 08:07:32 UTC
I love our tinfoil people.
It's hard to see, so I'll spell out the signs for everyone.
Far left- Joe
Middle- Joe's crackhead Dad
Far right- Joe's hunchback, drunk mom.
I didn't realise how horrible that picture of me with the orange shirt on was when you told me you were putting it in here.
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blackroses1026
July 10 2005, 09:28:31 UTC
Oh, psha, it's from two years ago and you can't even see your face.
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love_andbeloved
July 13 2005, 12:07:20 UTC
That would look lovely on you carrying books in New England down a cobbled road.
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It's hard to see, so I'll spell out the signs for everyone.
Far left- Joe
Middle- Joe's crackhead Dad
Far right- Joe's hunchback, drunk mom.
I didn't realise how horrible that picture of me with the orange shirt on was when you told me you were putting it in here.
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