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solve_you
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how do i sort loaded from unloaded
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Its not like I'm gonna If you don't give me a clue how do I know whats important, if you don't change tone?
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020811
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Im not that kind of problem
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give me a chance I'll try
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020812
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god
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Jades car: No peanuts ever we asalted in any bowl of my realm! Scandalous libel such as this cannot go unanswered in this oil-posing-as-butter you call salad. RJONNZ: i fear thine anger hast stirred within me a swelling need to remain icgnito no more. i, m'dear am third pickled pigs foot, third norwegian, and third peanut. it is not libel i proffer to thee, although it might be deemed scandalous by your tribe. i am merely reciting the legend of salt in order to plug this salad i'm trying to unload.
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020812
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unhinged
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if they would have told me your pieces ended up in this form/picture, long ago, i would not have believed them. he tried to tell me; i deserved better. i did not believe him. i couldn't see any fault. i couldn't see any wrong-doing. i have long been the master of denial. i have long wanted people like you to love; not me, just love. but in abandoning my theorem of intrinsic goodness, my postulate of egocentricity has solved_you. and somehow with pieces firmly placed into this ugly picture of self_loathing, my hate boils away to indifference. if you lived or died, i wouldn't cry. solve_you staying_away
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020812
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stupid links that dont update
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solve_me
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020812
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stark RAVEN mad
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you puzzle me endlessly, my fascination outstrips my frustration a compelling mystery, you... even as the background noise i hear in the world around me is really sanity's requiem, composed in madness and played at subliminal_volumes. yeah, you drive me nuts, but you're worth every minute of it
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020812
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Eric Draven
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here's a hint: "It's funny, little things used to mean so much to Shelly. I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial."
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020814
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blown cherry
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If you don't tell me, I won't know. A year of you nuzzling up to my neck, only to be told how much you hate me at the end of it, now contrasted with a post-nuzzling kiss on the neck instead. Precedents make figuring you out harder for me than most I imagine. I'll never stop trying though.
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020816
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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