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Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.
Greetings, friends
This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world. Or maybe just the story of a girl who doesn't have very many stories at all.
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2006
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July
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- One for the money.
- 2 to tango
- 3's company
- Really big news!
- So appropriate.
- Time stands still
- 4 for all.
- the woo. lolz
- 5 times the excitement
- Photos ripped from the blushing bride - Gini
- Bossman lovin'
- Oldies but goodies.
- Aba Papi
- Isabel Revuelta
- what a compliment
- Bitter?
- In the words of the immortal Terisite:
- I can't get enough of this face
- My precious
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July
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