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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

I need to get this feeling out of my system. It's killing me. I need to, I want to, I have to. Gahhhhh.

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On another note, I'm gg cuppage tmr after schl to collect my phone. I haven bothered to ask anyone to accompany me to town. Haha, sooooo if any kind soul is willing to accompany me, I'd be more than happy. We could do dinner too! Okay this is damn random la. Hurhur. Text me.

Haha. Like anyone is reading.

Night
xoxo



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