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uck i have fallen into a trap that i had stuggled to get out of. and i keep looking out the fishbowl hoping a certain someone will be walking under the blinking yellow light with snowy hair; destination, here. my mom vaguely threatened me that i should help people when they ask for it, because you never know how long they'll be around. poouf. stay up, anna. melt crayons and have coffee parties drinking from a drawer.