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poor unhappy eric. shall we pitty him? shall we curse him? he asked only to be someone, like everybody else; but he was too ugly and he had to hide his genius or use it to play tricks with. When with an ordinary face he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind. He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world and in the end he had to content himself a cellar.
Ah yes we must need pitty the oprah ghost.
i finsihed the novel by Gaston Lenuox (i apologize if the last name is spelt incorrectly)
the "phantom of the opera" is indeed a beautiful artwork.
i'd love to see the novels performance. in fact i'm making it a goal.
i picked up another story. i thought it was a steve martin book or as he puts it "novella" the title of the book is "the attorney" and it's a written by steve martini. i decided to give it a shoot and it's not as bad as i had suspected, it's pretty good actually, not as good as O.G (opera ghost) but it will have to do.
i'm sick, again.
my grandmother was the first to notice "paola you look pale."
i knew my anemia had returned a couple of months ago actually; my hair has been falling and i've been sleeping at the 15 minutes job breaks.
today a lady came up to me and said "aww how cute your sleeping at your little desk" i didn't recognize her and i'm not sure what i said.. i think i just sighed "uhh-huh" i closed my eyes and she said "mind if i go under your desk and take a nap myself" and i said something along "uh-uh go ahead." she whispered an "poor dear" and left.
on the ride home it was my moms turn "paola you don't look good. i know it's anemia.. you need to start taking your pills.. you don't take care of yourself. you look pale.. your feeling bad aren't you?"
but i won't bore the readers with my humbug of a disease.
i'm really worried of jeffrey. i want the doctor to run some test on him.. but well he doesn't ask the doctor.
i'm tired.
i had more things to blab about but i'll just leave this at that.
Ah yes we must need pitty the oprah ghost.
i finsihed the novel by Gaston Lenuox (i apologize if the last name is spelt incorrectly)
the "phantom of the opera" is indeed a beautiful artwork.
i'd love to see the novels performance. in fact i'm making it a goal.
i picked up another story. i thought it was a steve martin book or as he puts it "novella" the title of the book is "the attorney" and it's a written by steve martini. i decided to give it a shoot and it's not as bad as i had suspected, it's pretty good actually, not as good as O.G (opera ghost) but it will have to do.
i'm sick, again.
my grandmother was the first to notice "paola you look pale."
i knew my anemia had returned a couple of months ago actually; my hair has been falling and i've been sleeping at the 15 minutes job breaks.
today a lady came up to me and said "aww how cute your sleeping at your little desk" i didn't recognize her and i'm not sure what i said.. i think i just sighed "uhh-huh" i closed my eyes and she said "mind if i go under your desk and take a nap myself" and i said something along "uh-uh go ahead." she whispered an "poor dear" and left.
on the ride home it was my moms turn "paola you don't look good. i know it's anemia.. you need to start taking your pills.. you don't take care of yourself. you look pale.. your feeling bad aren't you?"
but i won't bore the readers with my humbug of a disease.
i'm really worried of jeffrey. i want the doctor to run some test on him.. but well he doesn't ask the doctor.
i'm tired.
i had more things to blab about but i'll just leave this at that.