A thing called Jealousy.

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It was nearly dawn but Therese was still awake, bustling with energy she did not know where to put use. During nights like these she would think about a lot of things, things of the most random of sorts. Tonight she had been thinking solely of her life now, how she was living it and eventually her mind drifted to her latest guilty pleasure; writing

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[justconfuse]

=))) Why were you feeling bad? I sucked even then. ._____. Yiiee, at least we made you write again and joyce is going back to writing! :3

[justconfuse]

I wasn't good. You and Joyce were good. .____.

yes, she did. =)))