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rachiemachine
Wednesday
Feb 03, 2006 16:02
Like a small thorned and blackened weed sprouting amongst peonies so was her gloom, growing increasingly impossible to contain within her sparkling exterior, the true nature of that facade's purpose, then, being revealed.
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