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it's just julie, that's all.
>>> reading surprise poems scotch-taped to my door on the morning of my nineteenth birthday
then i pulled out my desk chair, sat down, took one breath- unwrapped a single dark chocolate truffle and tossed its blue-sheen wrapper into the trash can (and missed). and i almost cried; because i was happy. posted by julianne @ 10:22 am on 09.29.06 sleep measured by blanket patterns - 10.06.06 - - 10.02.06 boys - 10.01.06 the one that didn't - 09.30.06 amen. - 09.30.06 |
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