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Nov 17, 2007 19:30

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

We exchanged songs with my sister, but she still won't play me her guitar. I do hope she will find herself a band from high school, I've understood those to be rather lovely things.
Next Saturday my uncle is celebrating his 50th birthday, and he invited us all to a "Journey to Arabia", meaning he reserved a tram for few hours to travel the line to the part of the city called Arabia. It makes me ridiculously happy, and I'm really looking forward to it.
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