so i'm not getting kicked out. whoop-dee-doo. apparently, right after the accident, my mom thought i was dead. so she kind of took it all back. so don't fret.
sometimes i pretend i'm sara in photo, and i write comments on my journal, signed in on my name, but thinking i'm her. when i'm her, i want to have my babies.
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