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strange and fraughtThese are the forgeries of piety which began and real, the photos say, but my first thoughts of you are all confusion, the foreign man who slept lightly and would not teach me his words and never said much except never go to Syracuse. And what else was I supposed to do but hate Syracuse?strange and fraught
And once in this confusion, I made you furious. It wasn't the usual shaking-by-your-ears kind of insolence, but a shock. A freaking shock - her birthday all in shambles (you never really understood her, anyway) and I, confused, blamed you. I was not so wrong, but
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When I was four, I wanted to be a veterinarian. Now, I'm seventeen, and I want to be a fairy princess.
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I hate phonies...
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"Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help." - Calvin and Hobbes
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Hablo español! XD
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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i have no sig...
go along with your lives
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Turn, hellhound, turn!
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