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Nov 09, 2010 02:40

You know, you never do know, do you?
No, I don't think you do. I'm not sure if you can ever be too certain.
Mary-Lou. Savannah. The humans that belong to those names undoubtedly drink Budweiser's in piss-stained brown recliners and are probably missing teeth.
It isn't their fault. No, no, no. I can't be one of those girls.

He's calling me again. It's 2:35AM and he has to get up for work at six. I'm feeling short on sympathy. I won't say that I hope he drops sixty pounds of organic, fair-trade Guatemalan coffee on his foot, but I wouldn't mind if it happened.

She's prettier than I am; I shouldn't have looked.
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