dafremen When they left her there and sighed with tears in their was as though the crimble cakes had gone soggy with overmerdled butterance; the plate they topped gathering the crumbs like chain link fences corral toddlers at a daycare. 080104
jane i wish i could go to daycare, i'm so bord of being a psycho on my own, i wish to share my time with other psychos so at least i feel understood by someone. 080104
jane i didn't write that. 080105
what's it to you?
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