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*singing* When I think about you, I touch myself. */end singing*
Then I go wash my hands, because according to *some people* I smell like teen spirit...
Seriously, get into it. It shits all over any other blog/diary/ebook site, and is potentially dangerous and may cause the extinction of html as you know it.
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is where my documents live!